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The Road through the Woods (Canada) by Dustin Abbott
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Apr 20, 2014 / 126 notes


The Road through the Woods (Canada) by Dustin Abbott

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Apr 19, 2014 / 2 notes


I rather be ass naked in a Rain Forest inhaling the bristle winds of nature,
Kissing the leaves to my obscene nude assets,
Soaking in the Vitamin D in my testicles — only to spew it out through the tip of my fish,
The railing kingdoms of earth and water creating at spark,
I rather have the green vibrating aspect seduced in my temples — my cell power,
Licking at the cracks of my hair follicles,
Only surviving with the skin off my back at a tantalizing wonder for a meal induced course,
Beetle? Bird? Lizard? Snake? Bear?
Fry with excitement only to live up the expectation of having the skin of a bear or snake blanketed over me as an award,
An award of power,
The rather living of natural causes,
A healing base serenity

- Tysir Allen Grove

Apr 19, 2014
Legend Hitter
Apr 12, 2014

Legend Hitter

Apr 10, 2014 / 1 note

‘He-ha’ Part 1

He-ha he-ha he-ha,
The graveling chants in my undisclosed system,
He-ha he-ha he-ha,
Cringed over in my marijuana twist of bones,
Tasting the last breath of my glaze,
The washes of the wind oozing over my skin,
He-ha he-ha he-ha,
Balling my fist in barfing quiver,

-1:11 AM


Apr 8, 2014 / 109,830 notes



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Apr 7, 2014 / 3 notes


The starry eye of my sighting—sizzling through my skin,
A burning pull rushed in my clenched teeth,
The brain clambered in the cave of my prisoned thick headed skull,
Winding my pipes in the jersey streets,
The moon hiding inch by inch—A cloudy mist,
Closed eyes to the palm trees dancing in motion,
There it’s beautiful—Calming—,
A closed mind of mine,
A distant pull,

–12:43 AM

Waste Child
Apr 4, 2014

Waste Child

Apr 4, 2014 / 1 note


I sit here plastered in my Hitch,
My sanctuary bonded with element in
A sultry love,
The cooling out lift of my soul intertwined in the great grip,
Chilled by crawling thoughts,
Under my skin—skin stained with meat,
The pull of the eleventh hour channeling—Me,
Raw—Aching—woken minded of no mind but I,
I as in Me,
Me as in beyond of many of my ancestor with the gaping look of I—I,
I will see

–1:06 AM


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