BE A WORK OF ART .

dedicated to [h&v]; hearts&all.

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Path.

the prey you dress,
the spray you stress;
the way we're a mess.
we work with unbless.

the hanging threads,
and the looking deads.
the eyeliner spreads,
the path that heads.

we do not be the same.
we find our own shame,
ingrain our own frame;
find fame with no name.

the layering of anything,
to compile it with a fling.
the scream of ding-a-ling.
the need to dispose cling.

for something just new,
someone noone knew;
the seams that chew,
that blood that blew.

you be a work of art,
wear your flesh heart.
to tear your self apart;
think and sink impart.

;[signed]

PLASTIC BAGS/

A magazine .

destroy the planet
destroy yourself.
a beautifully perverse accessory to any outfit you might have in mind

halloween .

next year i want to go as a pregnant, chainsmoking alcoholic.

i shoot for pink .

a pin through a can top .

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What For.

to let that pioneer go
to a place of high, low

can tops for money
can tops for honey
can tops for cash
can tops for trash
can tops for a leg
can tops for a keg
can tops for cancer
can tops for a dancer
can tops for recycling
can tops for bicycling
can tops for disease
can tops for decease
can tops for dialysis
can tops for analysis

you get your can top
you rake your own stop
you make your own hop
you let your wan drop

a pin through it
a grin of our wit
a sin for your hit
a win of light lit

you make your pick
what for, what for
you make your mick
what for, what for

you pin your selection
to hand over in election
you wear it in your shirt
your own personal alert

a sling round your shoulder
the flexible hanging holder
like you're wrapped in a line
to separate the craft of divine

remember what you do
and who you do that to
with the natural creases
the levels that pleases

a meaningful pin through irony
the simple statement of variety

;[signed]


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heel it, reel it .

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Keep Me Sane.

sex that has a rod
hex that has a nod
lex that has a sod
dex that has a bod

with covered eyes
and opened minds
with covered cries
and opened grinds

the meat of heat
the fleet of beat
the seat of neat
the eat of cheat

and animal horror
feeding on sorrow
napkin open lips
damage my hips

i can't think no more
beat me, hit me sore
gimme more galore
not any latex whore

metal through my brain
grip me, whip me sane
leather gloves ready
chaining sight heady

spider webs in action
from the foot's faction

gritting teeth shining
curvy bones whining

legs open thunder
bent down under
here to blunder
below you under

in the daring dark

we'll find the spark
in the looming lark
we'll find the hark

;[signed]

suicide by pool .

by meisel .
fashion is always applicable.

minimalism, completely stripped.
naked, vulnerable in one's own flesh;
the empty latex glove, physical meaninglessness.

a simple nightgown is perfect for suicidal tendencies.

the shutter, it mutters butter .

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A Thought.

i believe;

cause its the only thing i got.

i believe;

in this world without thought.

i believe;

its the last thing i knew grew.

i believe;

its the way im breathing anew.

i decieve;

its the uptight trite on a plight.

i decieve;

its the hound founded insight.
i decieve;
so those wings kite a height to fly.
i decieve;
to create the hate thats gone awry.

;[signed]

who are you today ?

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Everyday.

masking our way through.
zombie, zombie; me, you.
living but yet dead inside.
we have no rules to abide.

we are hiding our face;
owning anew self race.

strap on a corset!
are you ready, set?

who you trying to scare?
you cannot know, or bare.
i won't tell - won't share;
to hide everything i care.
radiating the mask's glare.

starting a reputation;
grab the complication.

the hands we see holding ribs;
digging, strangling til the nibs.

criss, cross. jailed bars.
we are living below pars.
black pain, covered tar.
its who we be, who we are.

can't you see? lifes a play;
it is halloween everyday.
we all wear a mask; in fact.
we don't blend in the pact.

if you can tear my mask out,
you'll know what i'm about
you'll see my tired veins;
know what you can't attain.

;[signed]

minimalism, deadness . (part two)

from pus-eye.blogspot.com

you'll never have felt so alive before, dripping in dead meat.

minimalism, deadness . (part one)

Terence Koh

new minimalism;

wear your guts on the outside .

/

arise, awoke; dead

on the outside, sorry

inside outside, guts

clamming, clinging, your brain?

the inside always reflects the outside .
the outside is your inside

/

dead and nude, perfect harmony, perfect naturalism.

ta-tap-ta-tap-ta-ta-ta-tap .

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WRAP.

wrap
whap
whap who?
wrap you

cloth
troth
troth
i am a moth
nocturnal insect
a journal's disect

bump bump
got a lump
pump pump
you are dump

on the top

head drop
weight hate

burden late

wrap yourself

slumped self
and in layers
with prayers
we be slayers

stay far away
from affray
in a corner
no mourner

;[signed]

"beauty", aka grotesque sex appeal .

from purplediary

a blank canvas of ideal structure .
she's so perfect

she could be anybody
when nothing is filled in

sheer shirt with nipple piercing.
right side; keep away from the heart.
trade the stud for a safety pin.

new minimalism, new punk ideal.
no sense in overdoing it.