Mad House Blues: Part 4

A yellow flower grows among the dead bodies of children. Carrion crows tear flesh and drink congealing blood as we danced upon the hill in a drug-fueled orgy of sorts around cruxifictial silhouettes. One by one we were martyred for art. We became the ultimate...

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Mad House Blues: Part 3

Eye’s darkened with eyeliner we lay together naked flesh pressing against disgusting flesh so beauteous and repelling buttocks flashing and we sat up discussing Dali as the Marlboro’s burned out and we lay again enwrapped in dreams sweet and lustful our teenage desires undiscovered by the world outside our room how we thought we’d never be found but like all good things it came to an end.

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Mad House Blues: Part 2

Fear no one as the sun falls from its perch with terrified glances at the shelled out town directly below carnage that began with a rebirthing of Kristallnacht the Jews ran with reborn terror while us Ginsberg, Solomon and I were safe hidden in our room from the supposed free and safe America lies based upon layers upon layers upon layers of destructive racism.   We looked out at the now dark sky dotted with tiny aeroplane lights...

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Mad House Blues: Part 1

Up high on my sill I watch the twirls and graceless rising of cigarette smoke against the amber inset sun inelegantly dancing keeping shape as I inhale the cancerously beautiful wraiths into my lungs clogging and causing blue blood to spatter against the red parasols of crying visitors and uncaring staff. Beyond the casing of my unisexual room it explores a variety of obscene events that wouldn’t be out of place at a freak show...

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