mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai

"I am a heart-shaped clod of dirt."

lately i'm just floating in the brine, pickled in some rennisance exhibition of oddity. rarely even getting this chance to tap at the glass. some gloomy leyden jar-like apparatus harvesting dark sparks. eyeballs rolling in my head like black marbles, limbs little more than crookled tentacles. take that, peter pan! i'm a hideously deformed fetus, how about them apples. them bittersweet apples, safe on one side, poison on the other. how do you like them. crackle, crackle. war-on-heaven-twenty-four-seven.
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