i've gathered enough to say

the stupendous hypnicjerks renewed my subscription. ashley is a one-of-a-kind, beautiful person and her words reflect that.

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i did indeed get my thigh tattoo! photo available upon request.

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would anyone like to set a writing challenge and/or collab with me? i need stuff to get me back into the swing of things!

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also, Reanimated4now painted a picture of me! i love how it came out: www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbi…

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well that virgin never kept them from litteringbefore this ugly, flowered couch
bobbed down the river
and came to rest
where water lapped semen
from its edge,
someone slept here unalone.
the stains in the cloth spell promises,
"my body goes here,
yours belongs there,"
the cigarette burns on the armrests
sketch stories of every
so-late-it's-early night.
the couch now sleeps with the water
and the lilies
and the riverbank,
the fish now suckle waterlogged cigarettes on
flowered, moonless nights.
and this sink, before they ripped the kitchen out,
held his dishes-
food-caked, abandoned dishes
broken in anger against
her shoulders and her forehead
and her screaming, ugly face.
this sink, submerged,
holds crawdads
and bluegill babies,
sand and rocks and
clean, clean shells.
and before the flood dragged it into the river,
this playhouse was well-loved by
the giggling, groping children.
"i'll be daddy and you be mommy;"  
it was stolen by the storm and now
the whirligig beetles play
in and on
and around
the faded doors.
and here <da:thumb id="465422198"/> <da:thumb id="466946472"/>  mossthe first time i kissed you
(you call me tight-lipped)
was the first time i felt real love
start to form like cool moss
soft patches tucked in my organs
coating my bones
and to love someone
(i've heard)
is to give them room to grow
and grow you have
like a forest
of silent, sturdy dedication
thick in the air like fog
the climate in between us
is cool and misty
settling and condensing
i will take care of your garden of moss
and kiss you loose-lipped
on lichen beds
if you hold me like a puddle
i think of you at night
and dream about osmosis  make forevers in memories.we are not forevers
dancing on the borderlines
of infinty
 we are temporary
                 but
 our memories
are everlasting
  so do not hesitate
  to create them <da:thumb id="468596641"/> <da:thumb id="466125739"/> <da:thumb id="466684826"/>   these bitter kids have sharper hipsoh, i am aching to pry apart this skull &
meet the ghosts thumping at its insides.
i'm just pining for a rib cage like a
funeral pyre or a staircase;
i want to bloom from these
bitter bones & waste -
(until i'm the corpse
sleeping in the casket) <da:thumb id="463290726"/> <da:thumb id="466887582"/>  tuesday nightsthe full moon aches.
tuesday nights are always full of statues.
i wonder what it is to be dead. do you remember
the mother? the comedown from the other, write
as an animal, as a breathing piece of fabric--
the fabric felt in the lines.
you are the main event. hold still.
disengage. you are no mercury flower.
imagine imagine imagine. the airplane
coating of skin to bone. all flesh is concentrated
on your ankles.
so much has happened and will happen
before we can respond to this as an end. epicenter.
the spider-work of lines.
the gas station attendant wondering
if he did the right thing.
the sky holding its breath, beware, beware.
there are no other answers.
there is never anything but light,
and light on light never told us anything about what
we needed to know or be or wear or be wary of.
catch the clouds in your hands.
call me miracle, though i am not
a thing of wonder, i am still
miraculous.
i am still a being made of sticks.
watch me fall apart.
exhaustion makes the most beautiful s  and you are the loveliestit feels alright
to stop
being cruel to myself
& i am in question
but you seem eternal 
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