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hello, love: today we are taking him apart.
we are going to dismantle his mistakes. make
sure not to look at his eyes; they're beautiful,
they can trick you, they seem ethereal and
true.
i say this all for a reason and maybe i'll tell
you when you're older. but maybe i will
tell you now if you do this simple thing for me,
this simple thing. take this, tape his eyes
shut because i can't look at them without
wanting to wade into a river and hold my head
under until i'm no more. nice and tight.
as you do this simple thing, simple thing, here
is my philosophy: everyone alters their actions
so that they can earn a place in heaven, but
they may do it simply to earn someone else's
tears. tell me that doesn't make sense; of
course it does.
i couldn't have done a better job, you're such
a good girl. such a good fucking girl. hey,
answer me this, look in my eyes and tell me,
is there something about them that makes
people want to stab me? an old college professor
once told me that i am sending people
subliminal messages with my eyes to deconstruct
me. he was a teacher of sometimes math,
sometimes on how to spread your legs wide
enough to get somewhere in life. that was a
course restricted for females, however.
you know, before the age of phones and
computer screens there was a high demand for
newspapers and eskimo kisses. i know this because
i wish i was there. i think you can take the tape
off his eyes, i'm okay now.
just make sure you do it fast, to rip off his eyelashes.
they were a particular weakness of mine; they
were gorgeous and curled just right. oh, well.
we are going to dismantle his mistakes. make
sure not to look at his eyes; they're beautiful,
they can trick you, they seem ethereal and
true.
i say this all for a reason and maybe i'll tell
you when you're older. but maybe i will
tell you now if you do this simple thing for me,
this simple thing. take this, tape his eyes
shut because i can't look at them without
wanting to wade into a river and hold my head
under until i'm no more. nice and tight.
as you do this simple thing, simple thing, here
is my philosophy: everyone alters their actions
so that they can earn a place in heaven, but
they may do it simply to earn someone else's
tears. tell me that doesn't make sense; of
course it does.
i couldn't have done a better job, you're such
a good girl. such a good fucking girl. hey,
answer me this, look in my eyes and tell me,
is there something about them that makes
people want to stab me? an old college professor
once told me that i am sending people
subliminal messages with my eyes to deconstruct
me. he was a teacher of sometimes math,
sometimes on how to spread your legs wide
enough to get somewhere in life. that was a
course restricted for females, however.
you know, before the age of phones and
computer screens there was a high demand for
newspapers and eskimo kisses. i know this because
i wish i was there. i think you can take the tape
off his eyes, i'm okay now.
just make sure you do it fast, to rip off his eyelashes.
they were a particular weakness of mine; they
were gorgeous and curled just right. oh, well.
Literature
cacoethes.
your hands are hot-houses, built to
grow my skin (in).
rest your feet upon the snow, its cold and,
you're cold.
he says,
fly, sara,
fly.
a romantic can only learn romance from the stars.
so you learn how to fly.
but the carpet is too far away from
the sky.
fly, sara,
fly.
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
Literature
and glory came.
he lives in the city
they wrote about in
all those
magazines and all the
newspapers, and he
still believes in being happy
and living life alive.
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she lives in the greener
grass we dream about; except
it's only green in color
with no metaphorical
value.
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his favorite word is hipbones
and he tries to use it
everyday but all it gets him is
funny looks on the subway.
he's not crazy; he just
likes words most
people don't know
exist.
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her favorite song is
absolute silence because
her parents took her voice
away; but she's still
singing life like she
can speak.
she's a pretty girl; but she knows
that won't get her
anywhere in
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and then we'll tag his ear and release him with only half his sanity.
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Hell in a handbasket you are truly amazing.