One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. -Freidrich Nietzsche
dandy
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willow
winds whisper, dandelions... dilating days are upon us scatter to the east and west the chortle of children sprinkle north and south sunshiny smiles fluffy seeds wispful light
first a bleed seeping scarlet scratched in public shrouded with the night sour stomach and stooped shoulders then a seed small simple sown in darkness springing into the sun surprising swollen eyes and sleepy soles
you embossed carbuncles playing God when the part’s already taken all you do is grunt primordially and impersonate palpable people God’s understudies, you are not you parasitic nincompoops like vampires, you have no reflection in windows, in mirrors, in lakes all you do is suck amniotic fluid through a plastic straw so I peed on you right on your front lawn I sat down moved my panties and shorts to the side and relieved myself yellow tears soaking into your pallid skin my own little fuck you to the sanctimonious kangaroo court