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Untitled sceneACHILLES (unimpressed): You are rambling again.Untitled scene
DAFOE: Of a common denominator;
MILES: Oh no, I’m terrible with sums.
DAFOE: lithe on the brain, covered in sweat. A little slice of history, screaming about the shower, scratching notches up my legs to mark the varied occasions. Bitter, sweet and bitter in your cheeks, hang me like a sheet and cover your bed with me. I'm stretched thin. The hollows of my ventricles whistle with the wind, eating up the pavement in thick, heavy bites. Note my skin, blood and wine sticking to the pores. Sweet and bitter. Directs me to icy lands where all is
by ~bentleyyeltneb
MellowIMellow
the decline of self preservation a disease that crawls and plugs holes in your weary chest.
The infinte lethargy of hope and hope lost, mellow with the bite
of villiany, I struggle in the sheets, arguing with the heavens in a big black city under a
high orange moon.
II
the winter howls;
synthesised brawls and
scuffled speech, the rain pulls pins down my neck.
The road is long, shadowy and blank, hot breath and a rotten heart clinging to your ankles, your lungs twist, choke to a fist you move tow
by ~bentleyyeltneb
A lesson in VanityMy affinity is waning, I'm wretched and broody.A lesson in Vanity
My perspectives are broadening, my strenghts are evolving
I'm finding I'm a person I cannot consistently be.
My lungs blew out sideways In a [brilliant] escape.
This left me with nothing but one reasonable thought;
I think I need to head off and self destruct for a while.
An archangel told me, grief is the price we pay for intimacy.
And I said, well, no wonder.
I find solace in the reminder that my able mind has hung around.
&nb
by ~bentleyyeltneb
And Away We Gointo your heart that opens and restricts, I fly, tearing up the causeways trying to get out, a frothy, swirling reservoir picking up the pieces spitting out the curds weeding out the splinters with a blunt nail file dredging up the secrets of our riches and gold [stitches and mould] the dreams we had,And Away We Go
silver and sequined lost in sinews of slackened, tired muscles I'm so much older
than I thought I was and you can measure me in blood playing on my panpipes sitting in your ribs my soul fell into my shoes [a littl
by ~bentleyyeltneb
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