| BEEP BEEP DOES NOT COMPUTE |
| BEEP BEEP DOES NOT COMPUTE |


untitled decibelslisten.untitled decibels
closer. closer.
clos er.
can you hear the cicadas rotting? sheaths of skin peeling backward and in on itself, sheer and dying. it's like a rainfall with the rejected dermis of one million snakes forming puddles instead of water, it's like drowning in reptilian scales and fugue repetitions.
crawl in on me.
are you listening to the knocks beneath the floorboards? the scratching nails are folding and water-tongued, bending wood beams with cancellous thoughts. it's death in the flesh, deat


did you hold her lately?it is midnight still i find myself nowhere,did you hold her lately?
i find myself wishing for all i'm worth that my roof might talk, rain seeping in through silenced cracks, beautiful in the way that you are
the electricity police are calling, "we are shutting off the lights!"
one hundred eighty degrees turned one hundred eighty minutes drained
i love you
please hold me as we clash in the dark.


have you told her lately?it is not monday and there is no monday depression no hollow bed for me to sink like a ship inside its blue sheetshave you told her lately?
there is no water but still an ocean birds with whom i must still contend
do you know what it's like
to wear real scars amongst the false? the ring of countenance unbearable but you are so lovely, did you know? did you know that i will never know anything worth knowing, i will never believe you when you love me, never understand why you'd like to remember me
i am a false feeling, metastatic like cancer a faded poe
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Autumn in arrival
November none too far
A month of death
The frozen soils
The full moon\\\'s pride
Embrace my life come forth
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Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
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Derp Derp Derp Cactus Derp Derp Derp
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Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
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"In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."
-The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
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Do you know the muffin man? Well, Now you do.
Admit it. You'd totally tap my avatar. People that have admitted:14 (yay double digits!)
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Go ahead...click my face
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Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?
--
Do you know the muffin man? Well, Now you do.
Admit it. You'd totally tap my avatar. People that have admitted:14 (yay double digits!)
~*~*~*~*
Go ahead...click my face
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