

demaestrodemaestro
Demaestro
Two holes formed
where the old
floor boards
had given way centuries ago,
yet the air's foulness possessed a fresh pungency. As the fumes reached the nostrils,
his mind reeled in nausea's ecstasy.
He stumbled onto a light bulb joylessly swinging. Its leprous eye gargled
in hollow loom;
while he bled sweat, the shriveled walls
flaked.
A redwood anonymously laughed
through what once was a window. With two stitched-on buttons I gaped back.
At one point the deadness of noise
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We W00t w00t for Hoothoot!
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blog/portfolio
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Waste not want not
-- The Mask
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[A r i d i a]
Ridi Kitty Design
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i missed you
thanks for the comment btw, ima havta check out your new "artsy" schtuff as soon as possible ^.^
Im glad ya liked the poem, i was unsure about it. im not used to repetitive italics, but it turned out good
:hugs:
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bleed.bitch.bleed
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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