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Jennifer’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage
The poetry I write says nothing to me about my life,because my life is preciously provincial,still doing the same routines, no matter how I age,writing the same stanzas again and again,chilling but charming,page after page,because it doesn’t matter what I say,my velvet voice makes it much more pleasant. She told me that I was her…
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Making Pasta With Morrissey
This is such an old story, so predictable, well trodden boards, and all that, but I gather everyone I know and I tell it again anyway, because my heart feels like she has never been heard. I am currently attempting to live in the moment. I am currently attempting to “have fun” and enjoy being…
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Cannibal Holocaust
I am human, so they tell me, dragged from the river, forced into the ritual. I heard a cheerful whistle, far away in the trees, a soul who had escaped, perhaps? Nobody who knew this horror could craft such a beautiful tune, and let it escape from their lips, into all this. I want to…
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How Soon Is Now?
I am on display, throwing heartbreak on the airwaves, waiting outside of your house, humming How Soon Is Now? Knowing I will never get an answer, from the fiend, who found me, quite happily alone, addicted me to his strange love, then sent me away, a stranger. I don’t recall, if I remained a human,…
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Go To Waste In The Wrong Arms
I guess I never learned to paint my nails properly, like everything in my life, I can’t quite keep between the lines, but you don’t seem to mind. You tell me they look nice, and your voice, soft and reassuring, is all the convincing I need, to keep splattering black nail varnish, in the vague…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 