

The Drug OperaAs dusk dripped thick through a coffee filter brume, the edges of the sky blistered and curled in on themselves like a photograph aflame. The orphaned troupe Alamort marched - no, limped, dragged their fractured marionette legs over the macadamized road towards a sizzling neon sign, the vista bathed in its bright red panicked heartbeat. A plaque of hoary grout plugged the fossil veins of crack-toothed cobblestone, whispered salty scandal to their tattered shoes. Rainwater crept through seams in the jigsaw stone, trilling toward Canaan in days-long fingers of living mercury.The Drug Opera
And they followed it, the five pairs of abandoned feet,


ButterflyI feel so sad today My eyelids are sore with interrupted sleep And my hands weigh me down, Heavy with the metal they could be holding. I feel so weak today Every movement is a colossal effort And my thoughts don't make sense, Flitting in and out of my attention span Like butterflies with razorblade wings.Butterfly
Butterfly blades, So perfectly made for me. Using tricky metal tools, to pry them out of their Plastic case And they fall into my lap like windchimes. I've never seen blades this thin and precious before I could so easily snap them between my &nb

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Spread The Love, visit a Random Deviant [link]
"God's the real artist, I just hold the pencil."
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Kai emė emai, o MES taip auktai...
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She breaks a bottle, lets it slip
As if the whipping wind could lash,
Could drag it gently from her grip--
She smiles,
and the green shards flash
between her parted lips.
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she's lucid and departed.
I am ~FrozenIsh's sugah mama.
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..::[ PLEASE RESPECT TO ALL LABOUR ]::..
Emeğe Saygı Lütfen
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saint crocodile just needs to go sailing.
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saint crocodile just needs to go sailing.
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