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I am alive, Jdimytai DamourReady the tree for sodomy, (Lubrication makes the tinsel glow brightly) Receive the cheer they want for me.I am alive, Jdimytai Damour
Christmas is nice don’t you agree (Hell shopping God pumping pagan joy nightly) Ready the tree for sodomy.
Secret Santa people agree, (I plead for “no” and become so unsightly) Receive the cheer they want for me.
The doors are burst, men to their knees, (A body was trampled by a crowd delighting) Ready the tree for sodomy.
I want to live and not to see A foot on my chest and my death spread before me Receive the
by ~Minstrel-of-Munifice
SweatLet me tell you about sweat on the day after you've lost the wedding band yes you, self-flirtatious ignoramus who would blame God for swiping it off your fingerSweat
and you are tearing your hair and the earth just to find something to prove you are not worthless without the ring you are crying just to hear the echo of wetness without the ring of my approval, it's there but this time softer, tighter, nestled around your esophagus
by ~Minstrel-of-Munifice
I am the ownerI am the owner of a pet shop in the Mall of America that sells only elbows prickling under fluorescent light tight in tucked exhibits, some knobby, some with coarse black hair swaying at the bottom of the aquarium, with the vibrations of the air filter until compelled to suicide, leaping from the water, landing on tile below I clean it upI am the owner
there is a revolution one lusty elbow opens the latches a shifty elbow disarms the alarm and out they go
My wife owns a furniture store that sells only ottomans she just wants to put her feet u
by ~Minstrel-of-Munifice
Sanctuaryour closed hands construct a monumental architecture conceived in veins of painted glass until the fingertips clasp to hold tightly a heartbeat chorusSanctuary
my kisses count the spires sending a duet vibrato
through every marbled archway
a man inside glances upwards and realizes that the columns spiral into infinitely thin lines that never intersect
by ~Minstrel-of-Munifice
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Crikeyby ~Hail-NekoYasha
The Death of Blind LoveUntil she took the sky from me,The Death of Blind Love
I stayed her blindly loving dog
He never really loved anything, Then I gouged out his sun and moon
I gave her everything I had, Body, Soul, and Mind, God given strength and thirty silver Pieces, because she was my perfection In an imperfect world
Less than love is mindless Adoration- a faultless idol, I was Placed on a pedestal too high for me To escape from unless I fell from
His grace and to my death
Did she know I loved her?
Did he know he killed me?
She let them leave m
by ~crimson-regret
:melt:by `darkmoon3636
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- Current Residence: Colorado Springs
- Interests: DDR, Forensics, acting, jazz, trumpet playing, singing, Aloysius Pendergast, poetry
- Favourite movie: Meet Joe Black, Happiness of the Katakuri's, Kung Fu Hustle, Ron Burgundy, Pan's Labyrinth
- Favourite band or musician: God, Edvard Grieg, The Spinners, White Stripes, Jack Johnson, Elliot Del Borgo (ehehe)
- Favourite genre of music: Depends on the moment (see above)
- Favourite poet or writer: Taylor Mali, a god among men. Dean Koontz, Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child, Markus Zusak
- Favourite style of art: Photomanipulation
- MP3 player of choice: Zen Micro (Dead)
- Shell of choice: Tortoise, preferably. I am definitely a Gopherus agassizi (a burrowing desert tortoise)
- Wallpaper of choice: Dinosaurs
- Skin of choice: Pale white with various shades of white.
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy 7
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Opus the Penguin of yore
- Personal Quote: "Airplanes are really great. I really like them alot."
- Tools of the Trade: Nope, all rusted.
- Email: josedelagdo@adelphia.net
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