the following is an ongoing project created by biofuck and Seek(0).

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:(wimpering termites):

10/30:biofuck>
		sweetness like wine on a sunday;
		with the sacrament, alike our own: somewhat corrosive..
		hinges hung like diplomacy, redundancy
		the sky grey like hidden fantasies, tickling you
		at the worst moments..

		..and the rips, holes suck in and out,
		climbing to a new level of the bottom:
		cheapened.. made from scotch tape, hung from
		pillar to pillar -- but bloated.. oversatiated.

		she undermines things like termites in nuclear waste,
		an adverseray to the rest of us -- a glow turned black:
		likes to walk among us, now.. as us, now.. with us, now
		a newly wed bride with wild eye; horns, to boot!

		breast becomes shoulder becomes hand,
		smiling together, aware of nothing but themselves.

		destroyer,
		catching waiters to free of idle hand.



11/08:Seek(0)>
		And i rise sky ; hands high ; throat deep ; conjecture churns
		And this lithe dream floats ; mid wicked eye cries ; bloodless vines burn
		And i die ; lie ; smile far too innocent of night patters sick rain 
		sick oil ; all dreams come empty handed ; too sick too burden wind
		wet wings ; dried crystal wimpering sighs collide in mind
		and body
		hovering ; hammering ; sore
		rotten and comatose core
		waiting for whatever weens me from this ...

			"Hang on ; Hang on
			 it's not too late for you my love
			 it's already begun - you sweet one

			"Hello! ; Can you hear me?
			 This heart is raging and fumbling for you
			 Come to me, come my love, come to rest until the west
			 beacons thee once again!  

			"I will not ; I can not ; I shall not!
			 Ever be without you!
			 I will not ; I trust not ; I spell not!
			 These are my only binding lines:
			 	The furrows of motherly concern ; creased 
				immobilized	beneath the corners of my eyes
			 Woe child, my sweet one!
			 Where is the king of my fairydustcochleascastle of wind?

			"I heal thee, I am always here, love!  Feel me, I pray you're not already numb
			 I heal thee, I grant thee, with this one more deepening sigh
			 A promise to you ; lie ; cold ; drift - None of this ever, ever again!"

		You're all I asked for, All I sought out - drying mine eyes ; wild and unafraid
		If only of the question, the deep and endless question, the soiled and broken question
		If only I was unafraid of the answer i've become ; I could weep
		I've wept like the sky in thick December sky and have only found 
		misplaced and unaccountable misery
		as if the salts 
		in other wounds
		in other times
		became mine
		
		Is there some one to bind me here besides my own daemonic addiction to life?

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