amruss
spilling my entrails
misc notes 17.20
a reservoir of raw emotion
sometimes me being me hurts other people
wide-open, un-self-conscious hugs
It’s not fun anymore
unfiltered impulsiveness
She is now wrestling with a dichotomy, she said amid a riot of children’s toys and statues of Jesus
spine-tingling, stomach-tightening
17.01.13.
where is hung drawn and quartered i can't find it
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materass
you'll break the springs
get bitten by bugs and
hydrochloric acid but who
would care
13.17, 4.07.12.
was a bit earlier ... after all Jesus was for everyone ...
careful? ... entrails told me to be careful but that
its if the bullet hit the heart you have to be
now they're only letting perverts watch ...
I can't tell you the score because
I do protest too much?
22.42, 3.07.12. © Lizarikk
this poem has been interfered with 11.05, 17.01.13.
actually no I want to get underneath
the car and have a look at the
nuts and bolts ...
19.38 , 28.07.12.
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