I chisel with my soul's teeth like Michael Angelo's retarded protege ... gnawing at my own life ...a savage suicidal appetite consuming as I will myself to become ...spitting out the rottenness of life and sometimes not . Plucked from reality ... astray of my sanity . Sweet nectars of blissful lust... flowery toxic deceitful flavors
of love upon the winds of time vanish inside to devour quietly from within unto the grave vacation an unfinished masterpiece of wretched chaos .
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