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proximoception) wrote2010-10-26 04:32 pm
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Comment, and I will write a short sketch of you as a Japanese movie monster in the style of your favorite writer.
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From Mothra-mangled mazes of mown me,
I fall to where bent cigarette butts smile
The secrets streets speak up through still, dead earways
But you hop on. You grab what's bird and go
And planets are your stairsteps past all starred
And watered things. Hibiscus-hatted optics
Regard from every option-self discarded.
Eaten Mothra eats your insides out
As every grandma knows -
In trucetrance between down and up
Insidelessness inverts melt-moulting, as
With borrowed wings you sidle past suppose.