

Dust rewriteIt got everywhere in everything most of it lay on the ground an angry red scab on the earthDust rewrite
where nothing cared to grow
Clouds of it hung in the air like a musty coffin pall
In Oklahoma you breath dirt when the sky rains it rains mud when it doesnt the wind whips it into your skin turning dust into hungry needles
It gets in your eyes you nose your mouth coating your teeth in grit rubbing your throat raw and shrink-wrapping your voice in gravel
It gets everywhere


RelapseI hold smoke in my lungs like a single mother of twoRelapse
holds an eviction notice
for her doublewide, with empty quotation marks hovering over her head
praying for her to say something
to break the silence
(even just a sob would do, thanks) but she knows all her words are said
we are all waiting for the repo-man, just like her
exhale


NihilismFeeding optimism to nihilistsNihilism
is a bit like feeding trees
into a woodchipper, except that
woodchippers
hardly ever quote Tyler Durden or wallow
in conceited self-pity when
you shove a branch down their throat and nihilists might accidentally discover that the world is bigger then themselves if they ever saw a tree and thought really hard
So shut up about Nietzsche and open wide
yup.
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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Sick and weak from my condition,
This lust,this vampyric addiction
To you alone in full submission...
None better, Nymphetamine.
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and i breathe no more
I hope you enjoy your stay here.
If you need any help, feel free to ask
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