ASPIRIN
he hears the
breath in those
dust white pills,
behind his eyes
crimson rivers pulse
backwards into some
other’s wrinkled mind.
Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
ASPIRIN
July 2nd, 2009 by Zack
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“MY HEART IS A STARFISH MADE OUT OF NOTEBOOK PAPER”
June 24th, 2009 by Zack
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“NO MYTHS OR STARS TO GUIDE US” (after C.C.)
June 24th, 2009 by Zack
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AND HE CAN’T SAY THE THING HE’S UNSAYING BY SAYING IT (2)
June 22nd, 2009 by Zack
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