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There can be no purpose



There can be no purpose. No strings attached.
A friend is a friend is a friend. Who does this?

Two liars
with one worm between them.
Who will eat who?


The words are to flavor nothing.
If you take the perfect from the perfect…

Flaw and flaw again
In the attempt the wound. The heart clatter and skip, ahhh, the heart.


The words aren’t sharp enough.
Breathe Ragged red flags in snow white snow. Rage in the fruit.

Lately I like the word. Always have. fucK. fuCK. fUCK.FUCK
That and the cracked wine glass, convalescing forever.

Needs a velvet bed.
A witch with no teeth gives the best head.
A wheelchair for Icarus.
Eyes for Oedipus.


Fuck the virgins and crucify those who need crucifying.
Exult in cunt. Exile from cunt. Mama mama

From her pussy a choir. A lion staining the sky with semen.
The statement of stamens shifting in shit.

Push harder the belfry doors creakkkk scraaaaappppe open.
Nascent latent birth pulled from Brahma struggling to kill himself, create or discover…

Snake smile snake wrath snake os.

Guts are simple. Just touch yourself.

There can be no purpose
A friend is a friend is a friend
Who does this?

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