December 2011
67 posts
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Reins.
Your words are soothing. They lay my demons to rest. They’re like aloe to burnt skin. Your hands are pressure bandages that grab my neck and pull my ears close. You whisper my eyes open when they’re shut tight. When my eyelids peel away I still can’t see clearly. All of my thoughts filter through retina’s constantly flushed out with dirty water. I am brain waves that...
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Blunt.
Stay away from me
I pushed you there
for a good reason
and though you play
the perfect victim
you are only guilty
of convincing yourself
I’d never find out
How your words
were hollow echoes
that are absorbed
by only the lonely
and you tell me
I am unique to you
but so many
have heard the same
So in short,
fuck off.
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Dinner with Savages.
So much happiness
and family values
polite conversation
and wobbly legs
the happy veneer
and a cracked smile
floating at the bottom
of an empty bottle
The suburban fantasy
is all that remains
they smile as you pull
their knives from your back
fake smiles and lies
and no mirrors in sight
as they unwrap their gifts
they ask if you kept receipts.
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Borrowed Time.
I’m a breath
from death
A spark
that starts
immolation
A fire
burning deep
dreams of sleep
a salvation.
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Vantages.
I’m rapid fire electrical impulses that seethe down nerve endings that cannot be controlled. Not by you, not by anyone. Certainly not me. I’m the culmination of twisted electronics with screams that arc out from my temporal lobe through my blinking third eye. This constant open and shut on my insight is almost impossible to see through. I follow man made circuitry deep into my system...
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Stalactites.
When you said winter screams inside your head, I never understood. Now I do. I feel the static in the building. Nothing moves, except your mind. It turns over incessantly and the sound of time ticking away in the daynight is enough to drive anyone mad. The nightmares are coming and I can only warn you not to sit upright in bed too fast. The air is thick with suspended animation and once a moving...
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I know you’ll come for me searching in the places you found all the little parts to rebuild what was once placed in the ground but this time I’ll leave a trail of sticky red bread crumbs so you know you can always find me when I get lost inside myself.
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Greased rubber gloves and fingers in my bum, if you keep on digging I’m sure to cum.
It’s times when I question my existence and the existence of others who exist in my existence that I find out how much of a shitty human being I really am. I fucking, hate, everyone. I hate people. Lately I’ve been working like a slave and any spare moment outside of work I have been going full tilt. Not a moment to stop and rest my weary head. In those spaces of time where I have to...
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Words Fade.
I lived inside the house where you died I found an old notebook and I had to look you sprang from the pages that preserved you through ages even though you were covered in dust and the heart shaped lock was coated with rust still I read your words that had long gone unheard and discovered that you weren’t really dead when I read the book I found under your bed How easy it is to breathe and...
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Tongues.
You are my everything
(you are mine)
you are just fantastic
(you’re the hottest arse)
you are just so fucking fine
(who’s ever spoken to me)
I can’t wait to make you mine
(I will never let you leave) I want to hold your hand
(I want to get you drunk)
I want to lay with you all night
(while you’re passed out cold)
I want to be with you forever
(I want to fuck you...
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Creation and Destruction.
I know I can’t stop you from torturing yourself turning yourself - inside out ripping apart that beauty that I need for my own and I don’t care if you think I’m greedy I want to protect and keep you But I’ll use my fingers to plug any bleeders I find I’ll travel back through time to try and stop the damage that has laid waste to all your fond memories ...
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Need coffee, open fridge - a trickle of milk remains… I will have vengeance.
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Smile and Nod.
I was scattered and tired. Four days of working day and night shift. I couldn’t even remember who I was, let alone what I was supposed to be doing. Thank god for auto-pilot. And coffee. A few weeks back, some construction workers digging holes for pylons bored through the cables. Fragile glass stood no chance under hydraulic borers. They took out the children’s hospital on a Friday...
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Don’t be pissed off babe; so I called out your friend’s name - could’ve been your Mum’s…
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I’ll see you soon, not soon enough, you can call me Commander Blue Balls.
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“Too many people have opinions on subjects they know nothing about. The more...”
– Thomas Hildern, Fallout: New Vegas. (via mister-selfdestruct)
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I love how you sleep, but if you keep on snoring I’ll smother you soon.
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MODERN SHITERATURE
poorphraser:
Save us from the deluge of D list celebrities
haunting us with ghost-hacked autobiographies
In a throwaway society, it’s still the last thing we need:
Books by people who don’t write, for people who don’t read
Fuckin’ aye.
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Superficial.
I was her dirty fantasy something different - her escape from monotony she liked leather and mohawks though she’d never understand she examined and tasted tattoos and additional steel I was a sample of a life that she could never live herself she was bound by standards and her own limitations I was exciting to her boring and I fucking hated her.
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Anonymous asked: Why "mister-selfdestruct?"
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A threesome? Hell yeah! Babe I love… what do you mean I’m not invited?!
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of...”
– C.G. Jung (via misswallflower)
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You love the quick highs, but the drugs never love you as much as I do.
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Larvae.
mister-selfdestruct:
Maggots disgust me. They pulse in rank and file. Born into the husk of a rotting corpse on the side of the road. They eat the heart and the eyes, but the only thing they cannot destroy is the soul, because they have no concept of what they are themselves lacking. Most are content to feed on death. Where nothing changes. They’re happy to stay there forever, locked inside the...
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Eyes Open.
You never looked so beautiful as when you’re drowning me the light refracting through the surface the further you push me down the better you look to me I’m in love with your strength and your determination to kill your hands wrapped tight wishing I would die the longer you hold me down the sooner I will All we were is dying now as water seeps into my lungs I hope this is giving you...
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Vacuum cleaners and outdoor furniture, our love - fucking exciting.
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Young Legs.
I remember trying to get lost out in the bush when I was a kid. I used to walk until I didn’t know where I was any more. I would look up, searching for ridges, so I had a vantage point to get myself out of my hopeless situation. I never took food, I never took water. I never took a pack or wore hiking boots. No pressure bandages for snake bites. They always moved out of my way. Aside from...
“The universe is a million billion light-years wide, and every inch of it would...”
– Martin Amis (via pavorst)
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I have friends that are excited. They’ve just bought themselves, a vacuum cleaner. These days I rarely question the need to find myself some new friends.
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Favourite band’s Abba? Well it was nice to meet you… I’ll call you sometime.
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Chances.
I put my faith in you entrust you with it’s safety because I know you’ll never let me down again, right? I give to you an open hand designed to specifications that I knew were needed for handling your fragility But it would seem that my investment has been wasted as once more you fail to deliver on your promises Oh how I’ve protected all the skeletons you hold onto because...
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Smeared lipstick, sex hair shadowed eyes - you’re a dirty little secret… mine.
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Caress.
My hands may be calloused but they can still run over your skin with sensuality and softness and you won’t be disappointed Sunburnt skin will tan to leather to protect you in all kinds of weather My hands are often dirty coated in mud, blood and grease yet after some scrubbing they will be able to please you I’ll work my hands to the bone to make ourselves a home My hands may be...
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Bumfuck Nowhere.
It was the kind of town where the schools look like prisons. No wonder the kids didn’t want to go back. There’s no hope here. No way anyone is getting out. You can leave, you can even travel to the other side of the world and still this place will reach after you to pull you back. You won’t go kicking and screaming though, it will be subtle. Disguising itself through...
Australian Writers.
Can you all please like this or reply or send me a message so I know who you all are? Cheers. Anyone who feels like reblogging this will be paid in prayers.
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Can’t reach far enough; so until I can touch you will penis pics do?
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Satisfaction.
I do not suffer fools gladly; I will bite my tongue until I can taste a metallic blood flow and the enamel on my teeth my skin will pulse and crawl in a gritted teeth seethe white knuckle tightened fists that are aching for the pain of collisions into skin and broken eye sockets I have no more patience; backed into a corner I’m quickly wearing thin the defence is attack don’t make me...
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Blues At Sunrise
justanothermemphisgirl:
You played me Blues At Sunrise and I let the music wash over my soul like muddy delta water I heard the voice of sorrow crying for her lover and we sang together while the Memphis summer beat down hard on naked flesh and bone
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Reinstate.
I’ll leave no evidence that I was ever here no trace of my existence and no footprints to track I will disappear without signs of disturbance no one will speak my name and no one will remember when I die I have asked that my grave go unmarked and that a thousand horses be ridden to disguise the burial my legacy will be nothing I’ll leave behind nothing because I am nothing and...
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When I first met you, I knew I would never feel so alone again.
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Storm Advice.
I’m holding my eyes in with electrical tape and my fingers As the night exhales and the water is rising over my ankles with no sense of sight how will I find the way home? If I close them for good I’ll no longer need such crude maintenance But the sun is looming and the water’s at my knees to escape the dawn with coffin lid blankets you will know that I am home.
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Obstruction.
Warning lights present the smell of burning oil and toxic fumes I inhale deeply as I ball my fists to punch holes through red steel I strike the match petrol soaked hands ignite in flames as I watch it all die.