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Gypsy JaZz
02:19
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it's puss under the skin
that festers and swelters,
i don't want to lie to you
but
pollution corrodes the brain
and
the mouth stumbles and stutters
to regurgitate contempt.
leech compassion for the cyst
and
hemorrhage the conscience,
i doubt that's good enough for you.
it's dead talk
that infects the blood
do you prefer the blister or the callous?
well
to dress a mercy kill humane
premeditates intent
and
this is a euthanization of empathy.
cut the boils from the skin,
scars are surviving battles,
and i said i'd never lie to you.
but
blood stains will validate the evidence,
have you heard the news?
are you the cancer or the cure?
well fuck that and fuck you
and fuck this transfixed
dementia you've garnered.
its fucking pathetic at it's best.
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fracture truth.
the craven leaves it's mark;
a laceration, septic and terminal.
archfiend. toxic trash affects,
self-indulgent desecrations. exempt,
a chronic trend,
from a plague rat.
(a) domestic canvas depiction rendered
offensive and barren,
just motel art at best.
ripe impenitence,
the shit stench she swallows
still stains the teeth.
archfiend. clandestine; the mark of cain,
stigmatic scars still always bleed
for a plague rat.
the veil lifted exposes the secret
truth of the diffident piece of
shit you've always been
just keep smiling for the camera
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Trench Warfare
02:58
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inverted legs,
grasping the cusp of the thighs.
side to side,
stomach to breasts,
quiver and enter
wet and erect.
tongue laps
moisten from head to shaft.
massaging the lips,
small suctions with licks.
the clenching of muscles,
now explode and release.
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Water Sports
02:48
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mistakes. the ones we make
between the sunset and the sunrise
that we forget,
crash and collapse
enough for the this world
bestowed, as the ones we need to save
we're disfigured.
tell me how much was the wine
tell me how much can you buy?
i'm done with this world.
a little spittle in the mind,
a little semen in the eye,
but this cum is full of blood.
crash and collapse,
don't believe this world.
gods; pulling at the strings,
poisoning with sickness.
alive.
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nick rhodes
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