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Shooting lines in the arms of a poet
For shits n gigs
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
Published 21st Dec 2023
Author's Note
Dedicated to Betty
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Fuck. I have never wanted to write steampunk this bad. This is so good Carpe.
You cunt. This is brilliant. It has balls and a breakneck, ‘fuck it‘ mentality that I absolutely love.
The way you layered meaning was hot.
Driving a car Jimmy Dean style… to die on that road,
Paired with the chalk lines, and her motion after, you’ve made this bitch an absolute killer.
One that your subject followed, knowing it was the end… ah, but what a way to go.
Brilliant.
Also, pick your damn wank socks up when you have company. Gah. One touched my foot!
(Thank you)
You cunt. This is brilliant. It has balls and a breakneck, ‘fuck it‘ mentality that I absolutely love.
The way you layered meaning was hot.
Driving a car Jimmy Dean style… to die on that road,
Paired with the chalk lines, and her motion after, you’ve made this bitch an absolute killer.
One that your subject followed, knowing it was the end… ah, but what a way to go.
Brilliant.
Also, pick your damn wank socks up when you have company. Gah. One touched my foot!
(Thank you)
