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  • Neon Spaghetti Nightmare
    I pass through the unforgiving gates. / They snap and snarl and scream, / Trapping the tourists / Who now Belong to Boris. / I offer shellfish and gold to satiate the guards, / And begin my descent. / / It's sweltering in the fetid belly
    188 words, November 27
  • My finish line keeps moving
    / I run my race over paper, / Trailing snail marks of ink. / I'm breathing heavy, / These cold wet whispers of words / Escape my deserted mouth. / / It's a critical marathon, / Make or break stuff. / A race I can't win with / The wor
    91 words, 1 comment, September 6. In Poetry, reality, poem, Race
  • Friends
    They disgust me.
    93 words, 1 comment, September 6. In dark, society, Film, American, Psycho

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  • on Edamame Blues by Yossarian, on May 12, 2007

    Nice one

    Hi there,
    (First comment so sorry for the roughness of my text, and on that note I guess this comment doesn't mean much?)Thoroughly enjoyed the poem, and the odd topic for the sexual relationship works really well. I especially loved the "suckling...saline corsets". Very vivid, and rather disturbing all the same. Nice one.

    J

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