Fear
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All those boring fuckers. Y’know, the ones chained to rules and designs. The ones who surrender themselves to routines; to the happiness portrayed in dreary magazines. The cult of celebrity. Faces in the crowd, so painfully anonymous and happy in slavery. I too am a slave, yet I am not happy. I use words Read more
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The days come around as if they never even left me. My voice is clear. Through repetition, I’ve become the man I always dreamed of being. A vision is worth more than money. It weighs heavier than a fast car or a collection of shiny possessions. It casts me adrift, but that’s of no Read more
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The weather irritates my skin. It makes people come out the woodwork showing off their nauseating bodies. They look like bloated corpses, and I am not amused. It’s like being in an oven. Suffocating like burns victims. Sweaty everything as toothache robs me of sleep. I remember the drawings and kissed lips beneath dim lights Read more
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Storms and riderless horses and ice ages whilst the curvy girls scowl at the flat chested girls + yet I’m not watching just drinking as the sun burns my pale skin + It’s not that I’m scared of dying it’s just that I don’t want to know the truth because I already know and it’s Read more
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In the throes of fucking, we come undone. Pink nipples while eating sushi from the torsos of whores. Veins full of tiny voices. Head-soaked lullabies while King Girl chases the dragon. Blood between her legs, and the way those eyes blink so pretty. So much suffering in an age of imperfection. In the eye of Read more
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In an orchid of kissing particles, the sun bathes me in its sepia glow, though I’m undeserving of such enlightenment. Digging deeper still, there’s no way out except for down. Faces long since disappeared, the truth is somewhere far away. It calls my name so quietly in the dead of night. It haunts my days Read more
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It’s in the way you sink into despair. Those blinding eyes of self pity that gaze back deep within the mirror. Self obsession. Self disgust. You’re a narcissist waiting to be rescued by your own reflection. A deluded soul in love with your own sense of worthless loss. We’ve been here before, and we’ll be Read more
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Buried in the dirt and hiding from the light. She’s got a vortex within her chest, yet don’t tell her father. The complex nature of my fears. The hidden depth of my tears. Take me by the hand, and lead me beneath the bridge with no name. Place your signature upon my face. Scar me Read more
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The strangeness of our lives. Always seeking the truth, yet forever hiding from the cold light of day. In plain sight, we deceive ourselves with such trivial matters. Things that are worthless, that mean less than nothing. Sometimes we get sidetracked. Some great despair makes us stop and think. Some damned illness causes us Read more
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These bodies that stink of coastal towns. Anal beads and ghastly flesh. She slithers like the moon whilst keeping her torrid secrets at bay. Fluids for sale cheaper than bones. Ancient books more valued than life. Steam escapes from beneath the streets and dances with us as we move invisibly from bar to bar. Drunk Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 