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No more then a day without hours.

Noah will go First, soaring out of the Desert,Up and throughThe Surrounded  Horizon ----of curt Offstage Smiles, Indigo children who are Rain from the Sun.Wings of Alabaster Sin. {Death, in your Arms}The affect is most disturbing and my smile Is Immediate.Giggling the flames grow Higher,Oxycodone Soul 15mg EthSitting here sipping Hot Chocolate----Sacrament of the Risen Christ Monster.Paregoric Babies of the World Unite,We have nothing to lose but our Pushers,And to be Frank, every soul Needs them,If just to get Forward.(Would you want to Love a soul never Burned?)(Never Stumbled?)How many years threaded together onMesc, K-Holes, Gods hiding inside Mushrooms?Morphine, Oxy, the Thousand of Pills Sacrificed on an Altar of thick red TongueTo numbing ThingsThat I No Longer Remember.I used to tell myself--- they bought this beautiful Oak desk.The very Music playing (Bat for Lashes) in my Ears.But that’s just an excuse for an Addiction.An Addiction to mere Altered States.No Specific Drug has ever held my Attention…Its Just To Feel-----  Other.…I am on Fire.My tongue Is frozen to the Past.But really... I never Should of Licked it to Begin With.(Sudden)Spouting--- honeycomb--- Bright JoyStrolling by,               its tail in the Fog.I Sink into my Bed like Kisses at the Bottom of Stones.Searching,In this Slow Mattress, in these Black Sheets,What vital rapid Wings of a Lost angel Dreams…Scarcely, with my Reason, with my FingersAnd its Disorderly Scissors sticking into my Chest.I Will Find you Again.And This TimeI Will Hold On…Even If Its all Just one long Ride to Hell,There Between your Thighs. The Waves of Hope are Crashing, Smashing themselves to Death.I Am the JunkyThat No One Knows.Nobody on the Way to Nowhere…And My Dear…My DearNowhere's a Hell of a Place…(yes)The Devil isn’t Dread,He’s just Away. In a Round about Way(Like, So--- Buy the Dead Child a Sandwich)---------------Sniffing Lashing, smile of Cheekbone to Chin,The Butterfly Kisses are Wanton.-Clapping, Balloons who Above all Things, Hate Confusion.-Teeth which have No BiteAngels lacking the Fingers of Flight.Love me Tonight.And Tomorrow                      …Burn the Remains.-thend-

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