Tacos

Humor and dark

I am the the dark at the maw of a tunnel

Weekend at Bernie's II

I AM finding it very difficult to make friends here. I have no idea how to go about it in a place like this.

Be careful of what you ask for.

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The world as we knew it has now changed. I can feel it in the air, from inside my home. Stay safe.

I closed my bookshop until the first week in April. Please stay avoid crowds, by staying inside.

Ban her if she gets cataracts.

Thanks Survivor, I understand.
I am sorry for that, because I genuinely love both to read and write. Most sites allow publishing with just a check if the story meet the rules, if any. I know here and the red site value proper English so I was looking forward to be able to publish here and see how my mistakes can be corrected. I understand that it can be considered a job, and I'm not looking to hire an editor. I write a lot because I can leave my fantasy free. I mostly write for my own pleasure, but hoped I could share some of the stories here.
I'll try to find someone somewhere else who can be willing to proofread, otherwise I'll keep writing for myself. Even if 'sloppy' sites I could probably publish the stories, I'm just not comfortable enough with publishing something that may not be written properly.
Regards.


How many "words" are you talking about?

In melancholia with scented sticks  of the winter gardens nostalgia in poetic solitude of nothingness   God bless eternity, listing to crickets beneath the tender leaves  of brocaded memories and snow    ...

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Diddling with my crazies, phantoms, twilight burning,  on the edge of my infirmity. Trying to hold on to my soul,  scratching with my fingers,  the weevils in this deep hole.  Damn! this place is like sloe gin,  feeling the stretch marks, wearing Old Nick's socks. Dark like an old harlot's tongue, with tits that fit my mitt, phantoms, twilight burning.  Now late for my borscht, ...

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Being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos as insomnia runs amok in my asinine rhymes of indigestion as I regurgitate my ghost   chained to Audacity's petticoat   and the salsa of my somber as she plays nickels and dimes on my corpse with the chuckling of toads crawling shutting off the lights of my eyes as the wheels of the hearse go spinning being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos...

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Dark Zinfandel, dripping exotic notes  sweet of your nectar, my lips parched   by the winds in the fields of your inferno's ecstasy  for I am your magician  dipping into your flute  dark Zinfandel, dripping exotic notes   ...

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Dark is at my elbow pushing life aside  as I play hermit to my verses loosening screws to your inner sanctum in the silence of the dripping tallow and the moth's fanning wings   of my mind's chimney sweep in death's game of Tic-Tac-Toe of your breath marking the spot and your blood's lactation today's marrow, tomorrow's stone and pale crocus of pussy willow bones of sweet nectar for my...

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In my mind's repertoire of darkness with a catheter and piss-pot and my dear old auntie's etcetera strychnine that could kill a horse a collection of poetic literature from my inkwell and thesaurus collaborating with a dark angel in an autonomous zone in Seattle with 911 tattooed on her tits in my mind's repertoire of darkness and my dear old auntie's etcetera  ...

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Love is the strings of my dark verses sweet the melancholia of romantic wings soft as a waltz of my gray ghost breathing in the sky blue wonder   and the clouds of snow-white tapioca laying my hands on your granite stone...

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In my dreams, I can feel the love feel your breath touch my soul seeing reflections in your eyes eyes of stones gazing at me   From a garden of gnomes with hanging ivy of green on the banks of the Euphrates near our Babylon And as the butterfly with wings dance on a sirocco, wind chimes I see reflections in your eyes happy tears made of pearls With tides and love in the sands where angels...

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Hearing the whispers of Gandhi but people would not listen now its spread to our shores and hatred is contagious like a plague of locust   looting and burning Shouting "no more guns" yet they produce violent movies and paint graffiti on churches in the name of peace as they throw bricks at cops creating a new state, Chaz I am a white man, a brown man also I am American who has sinned yet...

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From your pale, something blue taken away by a nocturnal gale now an angel with gossamer wings so frail as winter winds blow sweet ashes of your potpourri from your pale, something blue  ...

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