Thursday, 17 January 2013

found myself in a compromising position 

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. 
© Lizarikk

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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