

wet dreams from helleyes like metal nightmareswet dreams from hell
caress my insides
with
disgusting hands make my head fall apart smoke
circuits
short
cockroaches remind
of your skin
faithless
nights
hear the grind
gears smash in my head
i lie to myself
empty bedrooms
empty beds
lust and
insecticide comes from your lips
i am dying
in this wedding
marriage of machine to insect lies
incest eyes
&n


EraserEraser:Eraser
or The Birth of the Mechanical Man by Dusty Cantrell Man 1: You cant spend your whole life trying to destroy yourself. Man 2: Of course I can. Ive seen it done. Silence
Man 1: Its impossible. I mean unless you really just want to die. Man 2: My father did it. He died young. Silence
Man 1: You know, you have your fathers eyes. Man 2: I know. I disgust myself. Man 2 takes a drink. Man 1: What are you drin


as pink flamingos lay dead....as pink flamingos lay dead on the groundas pink flamingos lay dead....
by Dusty Cantrell
I awoke to the sound of a cop car siren outside my window at six in the mourning. I dont remember going to sleep.
There was blood on my sheets. Where did that come from? My hand hurt really bad. When I looked at it, it was swollen and cut open and covered in dry blood. I do not remember hurting my hand at work, but its possible. I could have cut it up when I was washing those floors last night. I walked out to the living room. I only have a stereo, a T.V. and a couch . The walls are bare. God


touched by godcut and pasted memoriestouched by god
like yellow suns drying out
crusted old skin on
a fourth of July weekend
mid-west family gathering
Cut and past
the past and the present
here and now
gone tomorrow
the hearts of ancient beings
beyond the mental compacity of the
under-developed human mind
preconstructed forms of birth control
in tiny blue box,
markted and sold to the highest
order that can best sleep
deprive itself with
numbing ho
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The Surreal Arts
The exquisitecorpse
CollaborativeCorpse
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at the begining was chaos, and i'm his daughter.
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It's Jeanne. I don't get on DA a lot, in fact it's been about 2 years, but I like your writing and thought you could use another friend on here.
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at the begining was chaos, and i'm his daughter.
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We work n the dark..
We do what we can
We give what we have
Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task
The rest is the madness of art
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poetry is for fags
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The Surreal Arts
The exquisitecorpse
CollaborativeCorpse
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Lauren Noxxious!!!
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