Writing
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as daddy boils water to kill ants i say hello blue sky hot and happy, sunday forever playing games at the foot of the garden tomorrow far away wasps and lemonade freshly cut grass, flowers face up with a dog chasing stones monty, a boys best friend afternoon car journeys to swamps bigger than the… Read more
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in her bedroom with the curtains drawn there was never any war just love peace, sleep moments in time known only to us bedsheets, warm darkness, night moonlight sunlight showering us as we fucked like nothing else mattered and it never did just two hearts desire, sighs eyes gazing, seducing open mouthed and begging for… Read more
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all the dreadful people the ones who try too much to be real something they’re not weighing me down like heavy balloons i’m a good guy really with a decent heart but the world’s turned me into a cynical prick with hardened feelings and a lack of sympathy for anyone but myself i try to… Read more
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y’know, you’re looking for answers in all the wrong places always running craving some kind of mental clarity but all you ever do is push those around you away further and further each day y’know, if it wasn’t so tragic it would be funny and i’d laugh until my sides burst emptying my alcoholic guts… Read more
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hey, don’t be dragged down by the fuckers that hate themselves for being so ugly for it must be so gruesome to wear their awful faces with lying, empty hearts beating in their horrid, awful chests they’ll do anything they can to mutilate the beauty of what you are slashing at your dreams and pissing… Read more
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the sounds of drilling and dogs barking no other people just me and my self loathing basking in sickly sunshine cigarettes and headaches emptiness forever even the trees don’t care for what i have to say they just sway like they’ve done for centuries everything goes on pain, love and misery oh misery me stood… Read more
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open the bottle and taste a little sweetness to go against the shame it’s raining, maybe snowing and i’m howling to the moon my veins are pumping, balls throbbing and there’s just no way of knowing what i’m really like but the taste of it is enough to make me numb the way i stick… Read more
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All the lovers, desperately wanting to cling. Give in to lust, to the cheaply things that make us feel so good. Only human, only animal. All days spent bound to the chains of nature. Let it reduce, and let it seduce, you, into thinking it’s some kind of beauty. The pleasures of flesh, of being… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 