im waiting.


the machineshow me the ways which i can effect you clear out the bugs the flaws that afflict youthe machine
formed from a maze of circuits and solder fragments and memories and purposes smolder
...and after the facts were faced and considered when cold calculation forced rapid decisions
a strain on the framework too brittle, too lean too careless or passive to mend this machine
id grope for a lever or switch to appease you as if a mere dial or setting could please you


burnsolitude... the darkness parts for flickers in the dark hands as cold as death cup a cinders birth... a bellow breath, an ancient sigh... then ember's meet the earth... a lonely coal fades in the dirt leaving solitudeburn


pyrolatrythe warpaint stain still fogs my face charcoal fingers have taken the place of a ginger embrace. Sooty fingernails trace the goosebumps on my skinpyrolatry
fire...a cleanser
but smoke disrupts word's clarity- the purity of my thoughts ...the sanctity of my thoughts eating at their meaning
but only until all that is left is spent, useless... ...nothing left but a cinder and some ashes hiding objections I left unspoken as I held them right up to the Flame...
a flame that made them silent


anywaysinside my space beyond the glass i stare into the open mess you left for me beneath the autumn sun. as we sunk into the winter gloom the bitter whites, the brittle blues i wondered where my better half had gone- safe beyond the outer reach of angry words that stand to preach a message, from an island, far away yet still we sit inside the sea where actions don't bring much to be but somehow, we still bother anyways. and i still wonder what you cast to pull me down an empty path that leads me, unrequited, into you... but it's something of a finger caught &anyways
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it is what it is till it isnt
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And I love your waffle rap. It's brilliant!
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Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:
Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other
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G.P.A.C!!!!!!!!!!!
The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend-Abraham Lincoln
Let us become inspired by inherent beauty and not impassioned by manufactured hate-Nima Shirali
ALL THE ARMS WE NEED ARE FOR HUGGING!!!
I'm KT and you like my picture
I was in that outfit performing a play today.
Hi. Your poetry is beautiful....I'd like to embrace you.
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and my gallery at [link]
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"What? You want art?!
You take something entirely mundane, and you lie about it,
that's art..."
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