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slowly these days turn in circles it’s yesterday now tomorrow’s been and gone like the truth were just a novelty just another building for dead people just another white lie to blind faded eyes the universe collapses whilst lovers burst into flames I forget the pain I forget their names repeat until it sinks in remember… Read more
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Faces in a black and white photograph. Childhood nightmares wrapped in animal hearts. Blistered skin beneath an opaque sun. She bursts into flames. She speaks soundless words as day turns into night. Each blameless vessel, lingering out of view as the city lights blind with cheap trickery. Forged in empty spaces of time, stories that… Read more
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Random encounters on the freeway. I’m grotesque. A mess of nerves and anxiety. Collapsing always, a waste of talent drifting among stationary vehicles on a cold, January night. The moon is dead. Dead like the rest. Drowned beneath century old icebergs. Mothers tongue ready for the haunt. Seven circles of hell around erect nipples.… Read more
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The trick is to stay angry. Contentment will be the death of you. Always want more. Strive for what’s out of reach. Be hungry for all they say is not within your grasp. It’s so easy to become stationary. To become pale beneath a godless sun. The worst thing is to lose sight of yourself.… Read more
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Each individual is nothing on their own. Spirits that grow in the shade. Keep yourself hidden. Turn your back and stay within. Modern cities and integrity. The merchandising of memory. Brands to keep us slaves, to keep us safe from harm. Open up. Speak truths hidden from sight. Can’t release. Can’t find the words… Read more
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I’m sat in the corner of the room looking at myself. A dark shadow hangs over me. The world rages unseen. The troubles that occur with the turning of a clock. Behaviour fails when enjoyment makes way for routine. The day to day bullshit of trading dreams for normality. This life is too bland. Originality… Read more
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If you stop dreaming then you’re as good as dead. All the useless ones with their heads buried in fickle currency. Whatever you do, don’t become like them. When you lose grip on the madness, you fade away. Only bones covered in pretend flesh are left. Condemned to be a brick in a wall taller… Read more
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Humans once happy now reduced to mere fingerprints. The strangeness never goes. It never leaves no matter how hard you try. Anniversary of detachment. From coast to coast the bodies sway in time to the music. Drowned family. No childhood. Just a box of relics that fuses love and loss. Heavy drinking leading to birdsong… Read more
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Bald headed Lothario, who fucks in squalid toilets. Those teeth of yellow gravestones. Those dried up gums resembling a dead hookers snatch. The horrors of middle age lust. The irony that’s too ironic to be spoken out loud. Mute applause is all he dreams of. Loves dart, broken and nowhere to be found. Cover fat… Read more
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Aching heads. Imploding bellies. Torn throats from shards of soundless glass. Blown lullabies upon her broken spine. Ashes fall from grey skies. They dance in the air just out of reach. Empty buildings strewn across landscapes old and humble. Ghost towns inhabited by the braindead. Motherfuckers one and all. Cats drinking milk in the cold.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 