July 6thAnyway. I'm back in line to submit literature - I hope you read it and enjoy it enough to comment
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LivingOf every hour in life efforts rage until they suffocate;Living
unimportant - exhausting, momentum; for a lettered stone, a splintering box - a few words, and roses.
Of futile things; to wrestle death by the neck. to beat back minutes with an angry fist; with a bitter mouth; is to throw them away, everytime the arms swing 'round.
by ~glen
FaithFaithFaith
We sat for hours in the sand, playing in that muddy brown; that same color you painted the walls with your stomach turning fluid like falling water, splitting at the rocks edge, swimming up your throat before shooting down, sparkling, out your mouth. Remember also where we played, its how you got sick, just through the old park where you passed out, you can see clear blue stroke its white hands then fumble off the edge. You fell off that cliff; you drown, for a minute - six feet more you'd be stuck, breathing that deep water appetite grippi
by ~glen
Something Wicked Plays ChessI felt that thing well up inside; that blissful, nauseating sense that everything's going wrong - and I let it die at my feet. Whatever way I stretch myself I'm going to collapse if I strain for anything outside my own way; if I want something from someone; if it's someone I want, It will all play out the way it should. Sometimes, I swear a devil stands over this game; blazing hands gripping horribly, moving pieces in such abstract ways that it seems the board itself - the whole damn thing - should just fall off and let the pieces skip across the floor, ending where I'll never find them again. If it happened, it'd be something - but I guarantSomething Wicked Plays Chess
by ~glen
Motor DarknessI would fight the world to save your soul; Rewrite Scripture to believe in this; I would break the cogs on this machine let chaos take its toll -Motor Darkness
God may not be satisfied, I would say he isn't justified - but the rounds are short I can take the blows
All I know is, this hole in my chest won't leave Statues and pages mean nothing to me I'll grip with damnation when it comes but all you need to know is I would die for love
well babe, just hold my hand, I'll shoot the lights out it'll be like I never left at all
by ~glen
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