Yearning to clear the daily routine, to place your mind on slow/your eyes on pause. To kiddnapp the senses, inspire the wires that crossed us, breaking down the breaks licking the kittens clean to give it all away again. Waltzing with shadows of scattered hearts that parachute the earth from a paper moon cut out. Leaning on scissors mundane blades tracing the tracers map which tells my story. Cover up my water bang a secret and flatten a line. The brass horns serenade my past, couples introduce themselves as an equation. The angled angel has been murdered and the fags continue to smoke walking like pastries ready to be eaten. My mind cried a swollen song bursting sober ripe pink cherries. The body folding the perfect package you may pack you age in hidden corsetts wishes. I smile at the enemy and stare at objects blankly until they form a joke. A calm fort is comfort, the music places silhouettes, i swallow in the chainsaw oils as the halo blinds the moment of terror like uncircumsized glass bottles. The street spiders warn me in thieving moonlight attractively wierd with its third eyelash lashing. Holding meddles in the dark to see which place is best, inside a set of mindless subtraction I am the daughter of a pistol not the son of a gun.
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The Certificate Of Being Who?..
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My New Art Project "mucKiTuP" W/ Ms. Sarahnoodle
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Meet 'Chris Walker'
my adopted
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