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July 23, 2016. Lies in that kid with polio. Kept going on about. Lies in boxing games. And in the tragedies. And broken love, and broken lives. Lost in bad quality tobacco. Lies in the broken lock. Of the neighborhood bakery. The kids who stole the money. There was holiness breathing. Out of each and every pore. For there was also life. And nothing inside them was quiet. But this is a frame story. And right now, if anything holy. It lies in the cab driver. That used to live on my street. July 11, 2015.
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2014, 2015, 2016 →. Jésus – Christ. December 24, 2013. The preacher went in through the door and shouted worship words in French. Jésus – Christ dans mon cul! I then saw her smiling with her full lips; defying, mocking, those lips ready to call for Yemoja, never. Jésus – Christ. Her breasts, those coffee colored breasts, ready to mix their texture and color with rooster blood, and not the blood of. Jésus – Christ. Jésus – Christ . Of a baboon in his countenance. This is Hell. Jésus – Christ. The darkness...
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March | 2014 | CHAOSMATRIARCH
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Monthly Archives: March 2014. In other words by charles bukowski. March 14, 2014. This time, I’m not going to post one of my own. This is from the one and only Charles Bukowski:. The Egyptians loved the cat. Were often entombed with it. Instead of with the women. And never with the dog. In the alleys of. We may try to do. Gertrude von le fort. Mister B. Gone. Occult rituals over europe. The Conspiracy Against the Human Race. The darkness that comes before. The teachings of don juan. Subscribe in a reader.
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I’ve got the blues | CHAOSMATRIARCH
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Great love →. I’ve got the blues. January 13, 2014. Been playing this bittersweet thing for a couple of hours. So odd that this little thing, that little moment, those anemic butterflies fighting to take over your innards can also accidentally take over your reason. Getting old, getting old. Bones hurt, brain hurts, heart does not hurt…yet. Great love →. 2 thoughts on “ I’ve got the blues. January 18, 2014 at 10:56 pm. Http:/ www.youtube.com/watch? January 19, 2014 at 9:01 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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I’ve got the blues. Beware of feathers →. January 22, 2014. All that stuff you’ve read about love, all those poems and romance novels, with sweet syrup dripping down their pages – all bullshit! Great loves are never to be found in great words. sure, go, read your fancy pants literature, drink your tea, curl up in a blanket -but hey, you’re as dead as an Aokigahara hiker. Great love lies in days old semen stuck to your sheets. This entry was tagged alcohol. I’ve got the blues. Beware of feathers →. Occult...
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In other words by charles bukowski →. February 2, 2014. You know what slaying a chicken means? In the first place it means you’re goddamn hungry and you wanna make a soup. Then, it means you want to change your destiny. The slain chicken was the first sign that man was sick of his shit destiny. Steal from the world, rob the world, set it on fire, give back contempt, but at least give it something! In other words by charles bukowski →. 4 thoughts on “ Beware of feathers. February 2, 2014 at 9:25 am. I was...
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April | 2014 | CHAOSMATRIARCH
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Monthly Archives: April 2014. On Those Who Rest In Peace. April 18, 2014. Marquez is dead. The cats are sleeping, cuddling peacefully. The streets are quiet. Old drunks are sleeping clasping chipped glasses in their decayed hands. Their wives are waiting for the seagulls to herald dawn and thus their husbands’ return, listening carefully to the dogs barking and howling at vagrants passing by. Perhaps he’s going to be home early tonight. The cats have stopped mourning. April 13, 2014. On cold tin roofs.
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The cats have stopped mourning →. In other words by charles bukowski. March 14, 2014. This time, I’m not going to post one of my own. This is from the one and only Charles Bukowski:. The Egyptians loved the cat. Were often entombed with it. Instead of with the women. And never with the dog. In the alleys of. We may try to do. This entry was tagged cats. The cats have stopped mourning →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.