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Secret Underground Cave OfficeThe small pile of bird flesh and white feathers gradually became consumed by a somehow considerably larger ball of flames over the course of two hours. The corpse was a source of light, one of two in that muddy office. Sargent Senator Undan held the other one close to the ceiling; it was the torch the suicidal dove had flown into earlier for the sole purpose of ruining everyone's day.   
Because he was deaf,  Sargent Senator Undan couldn't hear the wood in his torch crack as it burned. Below him, his secretary, Bernadette, was digging her elbows into the pungent mud-moss that covered Undan's cave office floor as she stared Secret Underground Cave Office
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I invited myself herestill, he is weighty  I am no presence apart from white noise  I define myself by the air between my fingers  our individual spaces, the incredible silence  his fan is burning my brain  it moves air under my heels  while his linoleum leaches ice into my toes  and nothing is circulating blood I invited myself here
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Love poemHis hands are weightless  they float in midair  fully formed, mesmerizing  as I watch them  mine turn to putty  they thunk on metal benches  graceless, repetitively  as brand new bird shit Love poem
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My callouses are gelatinousMy callouses are gelatinous; I have jelly fingers.  I liquefy into my swaddling as I touch my waist,  I lift the cotton wrappings and my stomach follows.  Oil and fat and acid seep into my sheets,  bleeding into black stains, smearing ink.  My body is melting skin, loosening muscle, siphoning marrow,  dribbling into my mattress, waterfalling.  I merge with my scent as my nose disintegrates.  I am heady, I am acrid fuel: gasoline, coal, alcohol...  I should set my fingertips on fire. My callouses are gelatinous
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I'm confused

Thu May 29, 2008, 3:42 PM
Texas tends to do that to me, but I also am turning nineteen in four days, what the hell.

Maybe you should write a poem about that, Emily. Mm.

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  • Favourite poet or writer: Kafka, Vonnegut, Dostoyevsky, Austen.
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~pardonM3 May 17, 2008, 9:12:18 PM
Dude, a poetry idol faved your work. I'm jealous. You should put up more stuff.
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*b1gfan May 17, 2008, 1:13:48 PM
great work so far =)
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~pardonM3 May 12, 2008, 11:59:58 PM
Hermit crab. Hehe.
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~grafficjam May 4, 2008, 8:12:38 AM
thankyou for the favourite!
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