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The Eclectic Pen - the puzzle box glued to the rubik's cube

By: ericjasongastelum   + 52 more  
Date Submitted: 1/10/2009
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Words: 241
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sitting in my trailer for three years the carpet's long since lost it's comfort. natural lighting radiates waves of light at such a low speed. kitchen table's a mess the noodles are burning to the bottom of the pot, again. blood like oil running down my stomach & over my thighs between the toes, connected to my fractured foot. my crooked mouth, slanted to fit yours cracks at the crease, where my lips meet they curve AND never end. i whisper lovely things it's all i enjoy to think standing behind time, as usual not sure what to be consumed with anymore. a silent spirit floats by me as i break my trance sunken holes for eyes a cemetery for a mind a mass grave for a heart an invisible realm battles in my sleep i dream therefore, it's the only time i actually think. as i spin untrained on a globe through space having my fill of flesh having my fill of company having my fill of desperation having my fill of addiction having my fill of self-destruction using untrained convictions or feelings to break my barriers i look behind my chest. i can see through everyone except myself i'm cold metal and warm flesh. i'm a thousand dollars an hour and i swear, i never come or sweat. the sight of hips still makes me gag the thought of conversation forces me ill the quest for truth is draining me thin the mind i've abused for better company is bent the promises i've lent are being redeemed while i have no capital the words i use are sparse and three hundred percent concentrate of their derived meanings. look between & you'll know why i'm in a trailer or why there's blood everywhere.

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