lividity
By anaksunamun
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what fresh hell is this to keep our minds unreflective of a world of horror,
kissing each other with animal faces, like heirloom toys with lunatic arms
and legs. No warnings will be given, with painted wings on your eyes and
blue brooches you will die well, you will collapse.
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Copyright 2015 anaksunamun
Published on Sunday, March 22, 2015.
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2018, Cassette
(1144) wrote:
"like heirloom toys with lunatic arms and legs." wow, your imagery is unmatched.
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A former member wrote:
Taking this as its speaking to me: its an anvil, a killing floor. A blunt sum statement that is an end itself. Is the collapse coming or is this how it fell? I choose the second door.
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On Monday, March 23, 2015, anaksunamun
(91) wrote:
Thank you all very much for reading. It means the moon to me that anyone is listening.
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On Sunday, March 22, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
No one seems to (want to) understand the forces at work in the world outside our moats and walls and charmed cities. Great piece! Ciao, T/S
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A former member wrote:
i found this soothing somehow. lovely phrasing, not a word out of place. a humble demonstration of pure artistry.