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Jun 14, 2008
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From These Walls, to The Pews
nothing but long promises dragged out
down coarse driveways
such a fine family it appeared to be
father, pillar of society
mother, faithful denier
child, recipient of hells damnation
here on earth
cute like curdled stepped in vomit
down a bedroom wall
dressed in Sundays britches
Padre, pillar of his order
Mary, faithful saint
child, receiver of hells promise
in the here after
back to a gross ultimate reality
into a dreary house
decorate to appease only visitors
wife, enabler of horror
Pops, hand of enforcement
child, preys something not so divine
just for a moment
— IKnowNoBox, Jun 14, 2008
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Critiques
purplemoondoll
17 years 12 months ago
Absolutely brilliant.
infinite_dwarf
17 years 12 months ago
I concur
purplemoondoll
17 years 12 months ago
Oh yes - I think you nailed
IKnowNoBox
17 years 12 months ago
Thank you Kaz,
frangipangi
17 years 12 months ago
stark
IKnowNoBox
17 years 11 months ago
Thus the curded vomit.. all things appear to be static, routine
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
Fuck! This is powerful raw stuff
IKnowNoBox
17 years 11 months ago
Thank you Jess
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