April 25, 2015 · 3:17 pm

Engraving
This
Wooden
Puppet
Clothed
In the
Flesh
Of my
Father
a Small
Pecan
Nut
of Death
Fitting
Eulogy
For the
Sins
He Made
me Commit
–
UnWanted at Birth,
Raised In a State Home;
Sold to the Master Carpenter
Ebenezer
& His Cruel Task Master
Rumpelstiltskin.
6 When I Came,
13 Now I Be.
My Greatest Creation
I Summon Thee.
Born of Shame,
Hate, & Pain;
Come Forth, Come Forth,
& Set me Free.
Souls & Slaughter I Offer,
Come Forth, Come Forth,
& Sup On
my Enemies.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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April 21, 2015 · 2:41 pm

Hans Holbein the Younger
@WordPress
#B27321
Says
Quit Dicking
With the
Dash Board
#WordPress
Leave Us
the Choice
to Keep
It
As
Before.
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April 18, 2015 · 4:33 pm

William-Adolphe Bouguereau
I Risk
the Tip
As I
Slip
In to
your Hole
the Pulse
&
Pull
As you
Welcome me
Home
#B27321
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April 4, 2015 · 6:16 pm

The Verge
you Say
On the
Cusp
of Some
Thing Great
a Lie
I have
Followed
Down
the Hall
Way
of Time
In Feeble
Pursuit
Of the
Pen
#B27321
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