The body is a map of                           my                                                             own mysteries                                                                                                                                       (here we say «they» not «my»)                                                             I am                                                            …

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  halos, we’re no   angels, in pallets   to paint; coronas   lights! we’re un-   tried, for cameras   do tie; tangles Image by: Bricolage108

the green  masque no   the halls, of the market;   am empty, no wear.   of extension the story   says, know massacres;   are banal, intension red. Image by: Failing_Angel

  they are all:   dying, we will   know. them by their.   waking; dead will   all they were:   we, dying will   know. us by them. Image by: Cobalt123

— Can I please fucketh you on a stack of Bibles? Let us goeth forth and seeketh that stack of Bibles. Let us proceedeth to various bases. Let us eraseth chalk lines and dismisseth umpires…

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