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alastar (profile) wrote,
on 8-25-2005 at 10:47pm |
Music: the Strokes
Subject: Cold-Blooded Invertebrate
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You don't seem to feel much. I wonder if you'd notice your back cracking along your spine up to your skull and shattering around your brain. Or maybe my fingers thrust down your throat in search of your lungs.
Driving, charging, pushing through your skin. Your chest.
Would you notice me pulling at your ribs as if they were levers? I wonder if I can make you dance. Digging through your flesh and muscles. Getting my fingers tangled in your veins. Where is the heart?
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jax | MySinIs MindlessSelfIndulgence < / joke>, 08-26-05 2:31am
But you forgot,
I'm tar and fingers dragging on eyelids and gums, muscle under rot and key, tendons dragging postmortem tripwire, and manic iris pushing snares. Whosaidtherehadtobeaheart?
[But]Today's your lucky day, boy[boy].listenup,listengood [I was kiddingkillingkiddingkillingkiddingkillingkidding] here'sthebestpart.
I alreadysaid logicfindsmyfingersgod, we'll go on from there.
My heart is my name is my identity is my flaw is my little secret is my tragic curse is my laughing sobstory is my grin is my you forgot,
I was already used to you before you got here. Get on the floor, boy, if you want to fuck with me proper.
[andthecrowdsgowild. bow, motherfucker.]
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