EMILY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! THROUGH AN ENTITY OF LOVE (bruit.flow), I LOVE YOU.
Also, new layout (thanks sam, for images).
Also, poem:
I circuit bent Bukowski I touched
his insides wet fingers
There wasn't enough room.
No wishing for wishes; lick sucking sick lips
Turned me metallic.
Dream falling waste
to try and upwards die,
Forever fall.
Infinite is always zero
in greater than prolapse,
Portcullis churns.
The best You ever had
momentum none
Dinner at last a candle,
Tablet last at.
Memory storm layers
Lair of liars (supposedly).
An eye for a feather,
Counterbalance Icarus, feather in the sun
Son for a father.
Orchid trails heard a long
the bald path of the lord of the lies.
throat orange fire
Garish whorls silver etch
Her dream disemboweled wet
world high.
Words happen freely
Jitter skitter
leapt a void perhaps synapse intact
Conduit intangible apropos.
Pigglass and razorblades.
What holds true in the land of doubt:
arid acronyms sacrilegious diction
whirlwind comatose in mirror,
Yes, yellow
feet membranous sheer
symbols-----
A lot has changed
In the empire of ghosts.
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