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Ladies! Quiet! If you'll look this way, the diagram on the board explains the raw, dirty process of extraction of nylon from crude oil. Essentially that thong you put on for the lads is refined filth gripping your hips. Turn to page twenty - put down that magazine, look at me! I am not grading your handbags. Pens down, everyone, and eyeliner pencils, all eyes on the front. Try and focus on the man with the outsize labcoat robes of a magician. For my next trick
picture me naked: white flakes flurry like a powder-puff dis
by ~007-bewareofthesnowm
Second-hand SmokeThen they'd haul the cage back in, with its catch of miners dredged from the mountain's cavity. Even their eyeballs were black, see - they'd look like buried men dug back from coal hells to return in silence to villages of wives and children.Second-hand Smoke
Smoking kills say the scattered packets of Lambert. But, we live squeezed between hollowed monoliths, lurking along roads clogged by town after town. If this air that tastes of roof tiles doesn't kill us; if this damp, that keeps us damp until the rain returns, doesn't kill us; if the pressure of each person's personal slag heap wei
by ~007-bewareofthesnowm
A FavourI don't ask much of you, young man: this scrap of thumbnail stuck in my molars will wholly swallow my night with oral gymnastics to distract until a tooth rots off to allow it out. I know you won't stop tomorrow, waving that torch of yours at my tatty coat. You'll cough, look down, turn back as if your tracks call for additional study and I don't mind that, young man, no sir. But I'd find it warming, in ways only a midnight wind can whip up on a poor man's wish list, if occasionally that hand, that rocks my body roughly and thrusts a spotlight on mA Favour
by ~007-bewareofthesnowm
Lace AnniversaryTwelve years (and one for good luck) since I invited Jesus Christ into my heart.Lace Anniversary
About time, I argue from across the divide of my-side-your-side ventricles, to renegotiate his terms of tenancy.
Nestled in the furniture, his reply is to pour more tea and stare at me, the design on the china glaring through his hands.
That's what he said last time.
I mean, forgive me if I'm bored of muttered pleasantries between our separate beds, or fridge epistles - lists of what I want. I'm not sure our Lord knows how to satisfy m
by ~007-bewareofthesnowm
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Sweet SurrenderIcing bright in a saccharine vein. The spoons of crystal treasure that spawn infernal pleasure. They help relieve the growing pain of the self-destructive Cain.Sweet Surrender
Dark candies float on foetid breeze. Of numb arm, dark rings. Sweet, little pinprick stings A voice to make the hearts blood freeze. Says can you pass the sugar please? Can you pass the sugar please? Please? Sugar?
by ~sickofpissingabout
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