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Baneframe
Baneframe 15 May 2013 Tag: Psychological

A Comorbid

The fast life has left me spurring the lifeblood out of moments. I have been picking the bones out of your feeding hand and making utensils to toy with, to pick at my poisons with. However, I've found it most disturbing that you are more interested in the me that is dead. So with...

Baneframe
Baneframe 23 Aug 2012 Tag: Psychological

A Homely Nursery For Brainchildren

Seedy flophouse in the crawlspace of genii headrooms burgeoning spores of failed ingenuity into withered corpse flower foliage swaddling thought in patronization like a boxed-in verve mummy. They are the opium children of deranged blossoms outbloomed, at rock bottom, crashed out of...

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