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The Lies of No Strings


Short, punctuated murders by mouth. Each of differing duration and execution. Protracting pixel-pillow suffocation on the heels of guilt. Ambivalent feinting before piercing the vagus nerve with a forked tongue. Being drowned to sleep in the early morning hours of absentee bedlam. Only the attentive or the clever can see the latticework spiderwebs. Wound tight around the fingers of a sick hedonist who enjoys making puppets dance.

10:19 p.m. - 2019-02-20

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