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Wikipedia
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Cannibalism
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Cannibalism is the act of consuming another individual of the same species as food.
Cannibalism is a common ecological interaction in the animal kingdom and has been recorded in more than 1,500 species.
Human cannibalism is well documented, both in ancient and in recent times.
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Shipwreck
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Did you know that the USS Johnston
Is the world's deepest shipwreck
And did you know that electricity
Can keep your mortality in check
And we don't have to dance at nighttime
We don't have to sleep by day
I said I loved you in the springtime
And that's still true in some way
My body lies cold in the forest
You'll find my letter in two or three days
This won't come as a surprise,
And God works in mysterious ways
And we don't have to dance at nighttime
We don't have to sleep by day
I said I loved you in the springtime
And that's still true in some way
Your food is burning in the oven
Your plant is dying of dehydration
I've been gone for several weeks now
I think it's time for a vacation
So we don't have to dance at nighttime
We don't have to sleep by day
I said I loved you in the springtime
And that's still true in some way
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John 3:16
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God loves me.
Christ loves his lambs,
Abraham loved his son,
God himself loves me, and he loves me like teeth love to mash and animals love to tear.
God loves me so much he gifted me his child made flesh.
I found it burning, splintered, and dirty, a symphony of limbs and steel and glass and twisted metal.
It is so much more than this.
Ocala is dark here,
Trees stretching into the sky,
Roads stretching from places to places.
Scents stretching towards me.
And my mouth waters.
Flesh peels from bones so easy when fresh.
I press the muscles of its arm to the roof of my mouth.
It is disrespectful to chew holy flesh. I
t is communion, it is divine, and it is a corpse buried in the flaming wreck of a car crash,
Deep in Ocala.
The smell of burning hair radiates outward, incense for my Church, my Mass.
How lucky am I to find the body of Christ,
Abandoned in this car.
Yet, there is a schism in every Church, no matter how small.
Stringy muscle tissue cannot be a meal, no matter how much there is.
Soon, teeth glide into the chest,
Parting skin like the Red Sea,
Catching on ribs.
I lace fingers into the thoracic cage and spread it open, displaying beautiful, glistening organs
More glorious than any gold or gems.
Pre-cooked lungs slide down my throat,
Blood drips down hands,
Creating ornamental lace across my chin.
It is beautiful, it is delicious, and God loves me.
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Prose
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I love you more than I could love anyone
And I swear to you that I try
But the empty wine bottles stand in lines
And they taunt me with their joy
I've listened to Leonard Cohen all day
And I'm left with mortal questions
I cannot bring myself to say goodbye
Or shatter your devotion
I'll lie cold and dead in Ocala forest
Before you find my parting letter
And in those shitty lines of prose
I hope you'll get to know me better
I told my therapist about you
And I hope the feeling's mutual
I don't want you to still be crying
Years after my funeral
I refuse to see you anymore
And my eyes are filled with maggots
But the world doesn't see two people
It stares down at just two faggots
So if you think they'll be releasing us
I think you've gone insane
And while you dreamt about our future
I went back the way I came
Therefore I hope you like white tombstones
That drip gray in the rain
And remember when you mourn me
That only one of us will stay the same
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Haunted House
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The house is poorly constructed.
It's filled with things that grow that are not quite human. Moss and old gods.
Things that are rotting and things that will soon rot.
The house was not made to have people in it.
am not made to have people in me.
Something grows in the house, the constant sound of fingernails against wood and the stretching of taffy makes sure any inhabitants know, but no one has ever grown up in this house.
There are tally marks on the wood wall, graphite and soft, indicating a growing scale of numbers.
Three feet eight inches, four-foot one inch, four foot five inches. They stop on a muddled tally mark with a number illegible. something grew up in this house, but it was not human.
Things grow in the house, inhospitable as it may be, the ghost grows in the house, but it is not human.
Do not delude yourself into thinking the Ghost was human.
The Ghost will leave things around the house.
Murals, depictions, self-portraits, renditions of things it sees.
Urchins made of flesh.
Hundreds of human arms crammed onto a central point that you cannot see.
Mobius strips made of featureless heads, each gaping mouth vomiting up the neck of the next skull in the link.
Clean up the Ghost’s gifts quickly.
They were never human.
Do not delude yourself into thinking they were ever human.
The Ghost cooks dinner sometimes.
You will wish it didn’t, yet you will show up to the supper all the same.
It lays out the table, flush with tarnished silverware and overloaded plates.
The bread has mold and the wine in the glasses has all gone bad.
Orange peels and wild onions are stuffed under and around the plates, blossoming up in a mockery of greenery.
The main course has billions of fingers all up and down its almost-human body.
The nails are bitten down and the pads are calloused.
The Ghost pants, it waits for you to take a bite.
You lower your head, close your eyes, and open your mouth.
Try not to think about how it feels, crunching through bones and shredding flesh.
Pretend it doesn’t feel like biting carrots nor that it tastes like iron and pork.
The Ghost shrieks, pleased.
You cannot leave the house, you cannot eat another meal other than the meat.
There is an orange tree on the edge of the property, but the Ghost will make sure you never reach it.
It will eat you.
You know it, and you are nothing but hate for the beast.
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Hard
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I need you like the radio needs love songs
I love you like the virus loves a fever
And I find you like a diamond miner finds rubble
I can't decide which path to choose
But you already know I'll pick neither
I'd hold you like the hawk holds a viper
I'll kiss you like Jesus did Judas
I'll know you like angels know sinners
But after all our kind endeavors
I know that kind fate will still cheat us
I'll leave you like breath leaves the body
And return like a racoon in the yard
I'll devour you like cocaine on wall street
Like cheap vodka in a freshman dorm
But after all this time, loving you is still hard
Hold me by the sides of my neck
Kiss me where my bones have broken
Embrace me like the sides of a hospital bed
And remember me like a dying dog
So, here's to love, and here's to hoping
Speak of me in your prayers to God
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compositions, phone voice memo recordings, twenty-dollar keyboards, sore hands, and desperation.
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