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American Macabre
Contributed by
wakingdream
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Saturday, 20th January 2007 @ 06:57:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The lights dim in bloody spurts
my fingers twitch slightly
secret japanese code
ugly masonic craftsmanship
I was twelve when two men dressed as men came and told me about elephants
Their inspiration stayed with me for several months in either direction
Now I own several warehouses in Portugal
I still dislike broccoli
The stereos cease the war effort
my frontal lobe snaps violently
dead aryan sitcoms
erotic Calvinist fantasies
Luke discovered nihilism in the heart of his first born son
they said he never laughed so hard before
He began to have trouble controlling his bowel movements
I don't talk to him anymore
gears turn, creak, and shatter
my muscles tense like spandex
quiet childlike sadism
pure american macabre
I don't remember when I started idolizing Edmund Kemper
or when the little zapples first began to scream with all of God's hate
I can't pacify the subtle ache
It tears the whole ***** world apart
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Re: American Macabre
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by Naughtygurl on
Saturday, 20th January 2007 @ 08:19:51 PM AEST
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