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The Mother Couture
introspective bloom
diluted ache
brazen fur
diluted take
diluted ache
brazen fur
diluted take
anaerobic
spill
impeding rhythm
stagnant daze
impeding decision
impeding rhythm
stagnant daze
impeding decision
knife
contour
static ledge
dynamic vision
static head
static ledge
dynamic vision
static head
shattered
sides
parallel schism
white dye
parallel indecision
parallel schism
white dye
parallel indecision
iconic
fall
delicate cover
hidden marks
delicate shudder
delicate cover
hidden marks
delicate shudder
Text ED
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Hudson Mohawke - 4/3 Hurt
The Unborn Couture
These
multiples of self
gather pantomimes of creation
into ether-world thought,
a trinity of imagination
gather pantomimes of creation
into ether-world thought,
a trinity of imagination
as
evilly selfish
as it is kind;
as it is kind;
as
openly erotic
as it is stoic.
as it is stoic.
Cocooning
above the mind of reality
there is determined celebration,
there is determined celebration,
and
with trepidation it mirrors
beginning thoughts of bravura,
beginning thoughts of bravura,
dreams
of catwalking
in solitary splendor -
with a twin or triplet
quiescent performance
before sheltering androgynous
beauty:
in solitary splendor -
with a twin or triplet
quiescent performance
before sheltering androgynous
beauty:
Sheltering this purpose
of unborn couture.
Text by Rick Burnett Baker
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The Last Witch of Unreality
“The midnight anthem, the embossing shadows, the
crimson hollow, the horrid emblem”
Miserable
as the harrowing willow tree,
Swaying
against the cruelty,
Crushed
in odious agony,
Pitiful
soul on his knee,
“A chime of humanity, a meagre of decency, a hint of
purity”
Love,
he cannot make,
As
the nightfall inclined to take,
Lost
souls to harvest
To
the devious darkness,
“But where it ends, beginnings always follow,”
The
screeching clamours of contempt,
Finally
ends,
This
death is heaven send,
But
wait!
This
is not yet the finale,
“Hellish fire, thunderous sky, quakes of the earth”
The
belly of hellish fire,
He
had been,
A
contract had been made,
To
near insanity he pledge,
Blood,
blood, blood!
“I will make of you, a beast of the unfathomable”
Whisperings
echoes throughout the lonely void,
The
darkness bellowed its victory,
Another
one is yet to fall,
Another
monster is yet to born,
With
a roar,
He
was reborn,
“Darkness ablaze within sorrow forever burn in hollow”
He
cast their world of disdain,
With
utmost misery,
Endless
tortures,
Eternity
of Soledad,
He
rise as the witch of the inferno,
“A pact, a promise, a noose”
Again,
the earth rumbles and tumbles,
The
sky will fall,
A
voice whispered
“I beseech thee lips, of an oath thy made”
His
lips parted,
Horror
in his eyes,
The
insidious had taken him.
Story by Dewi
Alpaca by [object Object]
The Portrait of Yūrei
Through the haze of this lightless life,
Upon my Reikon eyes,
I seek, If not my utmost revenge,
Perhaps my beloved instead?
Did I not fade in quick peace?
From a life that I could not remember,
In my black Katabira,
Where the cold are seams into me,
I shall roam this vast empty space,
Forever,
As my Hitodama would say,
Eternity,
As a Yūrei,
Immortal,
In this purgatory,
Poem Dewi
The grudge by [object Object]
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