mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

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i, terrible seraph.

apalled by your memories, of cytoplasm & fibrinopeptides, spirochaetes syphilis kisses. at the bottom of the well you've been imprisoned in, you spend your hours trying to imagine which wish was attatched to each coin, hoping a monkey in a tin foil helmet will descend from above & grant you a roast beef sandwich. you imagine your flesh lighting up like fireworks, & dream about your brother; though the division in the words that seperate them, imagine from dream, smudges & dims. (this charity work)
i'll tell you one thing i know. its not the american way.
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