Prose
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Love is the devil. Against time, we struggle so hard to understand who we really are. There are no answers, only questions. No destinations, only islands in time. Chasing tails, we get caught up in useless formalities. Just let go, and take hold of something more. Feel the heat of someone who gets under your… Read more
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Incinerate. The touch of a madman. Beat his brains out. Diaries that never speak. A drop of whiskey. More tears than smiles. More sea than earth. How we fight against it, each and every day. Broken ribs. Split lips. Tube fed dysmorphia. Is it cruel, to breed destruction? Surely not, in a world that… Read more
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Let me take off your clothes. Let me strip you clean, of all those useless barriers. Let me see you for what you really are. To demean is out of the question, I just wanna taste beauty. To slip inside of you, and feel some sense of worth. To belong. Nude truth, beneath the… Read more
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Wash beneath your foreskin. Be concerned by cancerous moles. Check for lumps. Hold your balls, and search for the end. Get fucked up. Fuck, like there’s no tomorrow. Drop acid. Drink until your insides bleed. Smoke until your lungs burn black. A vision of the future- an old man dying, pacing the hospital floor. Heaven… Read more
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There’s no such thing, as a broken machine. No dead ends, only visions of possibility. Try again, and make it better next time. Learn. Experience. Walk a path, and realise that it’s not about the destination, but about the journey. Ignore deadened souls. Go to those who have something magical about them. Some… Read more
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Times hand won’t catch me. The watchful eyes of the damned, so pointless and sterile. Grow a beard. Feel your balls harden with every passing hour. Smoke a cigarette, drink a beer whilst watching bombs and whores destroy all in sight. All flowered up, the bodies of women circle red holes slashed into the fabric… Read more
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they say we’re happy like murderers a perfect storm of lust and insanity smeared across cruel, blood red lips there’s something between us that they’ll never understand there’s a way of being that goes beyond mere ways of seeing together, we burn like flares flung into the darkness points of origin shining through the void … Read more
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Confined by design. Through streets of apathy we bow down to crippled crows and absence. Chaos. Reined in dismay. There should be something more, but it does nothing but bore. Eclipsed by half-formed shapes on the side of her face, she riddles me with a kiss. Olden weighs, soaked with beer and love. Heavy shadows,… Read more
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little baby daughter swimming in the waters of a dirty womb gotta get out gotta be free but this life was never meant to be sometimes things go wrong it’s just how it is innocence succumbed like footprints in snow one tiny step at a time little baby daughter let me hold your hand if… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 