mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
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burrough's cut-up

my heart is no less than the bikini atoll test. she's in my brain like barbituates in heaven's gate's pudding. in the vernacular, i love her. on heaven is compass north? she is magnetic north, the way my heart is drawn. i've spent all of today realizing how completely in love i am with her. the romantic devestation she's wrought on a moment. god fucking she is to other girls. where damn i miss you. here comes my palate was all black paint, a candle. here it comes. she snuck in red. if my war from a nap dance with him. she's so amazing. with the blanket around my face how dew on spider webs puts & mistakenly thought you were kissing stained glass to shame- that's what me, for from books spear. honestly, i'm just nervous about with indisctinctly shaped characters with names seeing jenny. i'm a fucking eighth like "miss mischevious" or "mr. accountable." (8th) grader asking a girl to i woke up at imagery utterly lacking context. there isn't bay beneath that nightgown of yours. even a boil that needed lancing. those carnivorous fishes behind your lips. i'm just st. george shaking his you read to me i just wanted to try to its no coincidence that one of sort out my thoughts cogently, instead the slang term for liquor is of with my usual mishmash of "spirits." (carat) you're keeping those insects



its no coincidence that one of the slang term for liquor is "spirits." (carat)

you're keeping those insects at bay beneath that nightgown of yours. those carnivorous fishes behind your lips. you read to me from books with indisctinctly shaped characters with names like "miss mischevious" or "mr. accountable." i woke up from a nap with the blanket around my face & mistakenly thought you were kissing me, for a moment. god fucking damn i miss you. here comes a candle. here it comes.

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i just wanted to try to sort out my thoughts cogently, instead of with my usual mishmash of imagery utterly lacking context. there isn't even a boil that needed lancing. i'm just st. george shaking his spear. honestly, i'm just nervous about seeing jenny. i'm a fucking eighth (8th) grader asking a girl to dance with him. she's so amazing. how dew on spider webs puts stained glass to shame- that's what she is to other girls. where my palate was all black paint, she snuck in red. if my war on heaven is compass north? she is magnetic north, the way my heart is drawn. i've spent all of today realizing how completely in love i am with her. the romantic devestation she's wrought on my heart is no less than the bikini atoll test. she's in my brain like barbituates in heaven's gate's pudding. in the vernacular, i love her.
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