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[aid] => mick
[title] => my sweet ever-children
[time] => 2004-04-21 22:29:01
[hometext] => just something that started in my head today. i guess it's psychotic, i don't know.
[bodytext] => i spill my seed in her dark garden she bears me only dead fruit dead fruit that i exhume and hang, bleeding, from the Tree (for all the world to see stay away from me) their coffin-world so suffocating so i hang them to free them because i love them and they dance in the breeze like little blue wind chimes all our children are dead dead and beautiful some of them live but never for long and then they join their brothers and sisters to dance in the Potter's Tree (put it away put it down shove it back down inside it's never gonna change always gonna be this way i am the sterile anti-god and her womb is a tomb) feeding feeding on the limbs but not the ones made of wood feeding feeding on the dead (they're bloodless it's not messy) just like you always knew i would my children are rainbows and i am devouring the sky (behind my teeth curled on my tongue the flesh of death flesh of my young i eat and reproduce them into the same dead seed again into her womb that dank damned tomb and hang them from the Tree again) the stars in my heaven the joys of my life my sweet ever-children and my darling dead wife [comments] => 5 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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