Art
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In the heat of a summers evening, my eyes watch a foul-mouthed temptress undress before a burning sun. Resting on the horizon, it boils upon her shoulder something cute. Sucking on a cigarette, I imagine what it would be like to take her amidst a field of grass and flowers. She reeks of wonder and… Read more
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These nights bring nothing but stillness. Stillness in the leaves, and stillness drifting with the breeze. They ache of loneliness, yet their beauty is glorious. Soft like bedsheets and sand. Numb and confused. Floating through time and memory. My clothes slipping from my tired body, the haze of autumn days calls to me through the… Read more
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wondrous milky bitch she is ready and willing for all i’ve got to give a million dead children shooting over her chest swimming there in pools of lust and lukewarm desire i’ve taken all her secrets stripped her bare and shamed her through the sensation of ecstasy, surging through her veins nothing to hide,… Read more
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Stormclouds come slowly floating over the town. Strange colours in the sky. Streets plunged into purgatory. My mouth tastes of beer and cigarettes. Rain gently falls. Lovers run to safety, with dogs chasing close behind. Time stands still, if only for a while. Moments, when the terrible rules we abide by, evaporate into thin… Read more
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A vision of dead desire. Concrete face and limbs, weathered and sullen like a tree. Or a sad welsh chapel. I’m a spider killer, and hater of automobiles. Animals are my friends, as are all the make-believe lovers of the world. Bearded silence and cocooned dreams. Eyes of wine and a stupid… Read more
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Cum on her tits. Cum in her mouth. All over her face, especially in her eyes. Bend her over, take her hands and pull her arms back. Fuck her relentlessly. Fuck her until the sweat pouring from your forehead blinds you. Pull on her hair. Grab her tits and squeeze ’em. Hair everywhere, brush it… Read more
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all those truths left unuttered and obscure embracing the night alone with our hearts searching out secrets like headlights in the snow we could’ve taken it all be we never had the guts to discover for sure and then we never recovered oh these hours bring me down but as long as the… Read more
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Words as bullets, pumped straight into the guts of all those paled faced doubters. Fistfuls of creation, shoved into the mouths of all those who dare not dream. Am I stacker of shelves for Walmart, or am I a dreamer of fantastic thoughts, running through the streets of Berlin with my bearded face turned… Read more
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I pluck teeth like feathers. I fuck like a machine. Veins and fears of the future. The tears run down my face, my heart beats with unstoppable salvation. Take my hand, and let’s surf the wave. Take my hand, and cocoon yourself with me far away from pain. Eyes of snow, you smile like an… Read more
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I’ve been working on the novel again for just over a week now. And with every passing day, I feel more and more alive. Every time I sense the doubt creeping back in, I tell myself that I can give it up if I want. That I can look for a cushy 9-5 job… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 