Revivan


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A 'resurrectee' up Neologism's arse.

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Nihility would suffice.


The expeditious evolvement of Tartufferie is willfully overlooked.

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Pleonasm-II


Cheated vernacular literatures,
Maladroit espoused intonations,
Guileful elegance of diction,
Redundant words that coalesce into a single gist like the sound of a diphthong,
They leak out of me in a plethora of elliptical configuration of characters, for you,
The neuter floret of an unfrequented boulevard,
Under contused welkins and nocuous shafts of Helios.
I stumble over hackneyed expressions and the interlacing roots of life on a globe of filth and sludge and dregs and excrement, for you,
The neuter floret with blanched chlorophyll like etiolated seedlings.
Oh, I am severely sick,
Homesick for your calyx and the smears of chemicals on your septic sepals.
And so I breathe,
I breathe in the effluvia of this rotting earth on days of nostalgia for our reckless resolutions.
I mean,
Do you ever reminisce about the time you were high on mephitis?
You let my nakedness touch your petals and your petals withered
And forgive me youthful progeny, if you think I deserve to be pardoned—that is—regardless of the promised perdition of the debatable hereafter.


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Pleonasm-I


Moulded diction
Decayed imageries
Putrescent phraseology
Mucid paronomasias
They fly out of me in a grandiloquent elocution;
In cryptic syntaxes swathed in vocabularies that enfold my afflictions
Afflictions that are too heavy for colloquialisms
Hence the enthusiasm for an euphuism
The gist of which is esoteric
Or an empty rhetoric of an empty soul
Filled with acrimonious words that change without change of meaning
Absolve them of any accusation of arcaneness
For how else a predilection for you will I set forth
For inoculating me against stygian nights of Cimmerians with purple eventides
Violet of the violets and of redirections of continuum of wavelengths and frequencies of rays;
With withered petals of verbenas that effloresced like dandelions turn to heads of seeds when exposed to a gust of wind
Loose; free of attachment
Free as detached Taraxacum, you left me.
But in purple loose tufts and in your violet city. Free.
You left me free like efflorescing withered Alliums.
I don't know, I guess this is simply a 'thank you' for existing.


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He's painting the trails of a bohemian's procrastinated vainglory.

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Painting greys.
Painting vesica.


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Nobody mourned Morpheus's death in a room lit by the aureole of a wordsmith.

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I will be damned if the unmethodical spin of the cogs in their brains isn't pejorative.

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A guarantee against recidivism? No. I will reoffend motherfuckingly.

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This is an exemption.


We know of hyperboreal sadness.
We know of nippy beads of perspiration.
We know of poikilothermic arriviste.
We know of hibernal shit that won't suffice the cosy.

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This is a rematch.


The bent
The theorem
The stench of unwashed fantasies
Our side
My gaucherie
My amnesiac tastebuds that glitter with an unalloyed desire for a chaste taste of aftermaths
Your miniaturized self in my vessels
Your stentorian glares of harm
Your sanguinary clutch at my reason
Your fingernails scraping down my skull
You
You are growing on me and my chagrin-stained sheets are growing on you
And these arteries, darling
They are leaking
I think you are thinning down my blood
I think I am bleeding out
I think my blood needs help to clot
Oh, God, where are the platelets when you need them?
The peccadillo
The allegation
The reek of my uncleaned reveries
Our side
My indie pops
My tranquilizers
Your psychedelics
Your distant memories of memories
Your aesthetically anesthetized recapitulation
Your unenlightenment
My love
Your obliviousness
My bruised ego
You
You are growing on me and my chagrin-stained sheets are growing on you
And these arteries, darling,
They are leaking
I think you are thinning down my blood
I think I am bleeding out
I think my blood needs help to clot
Oh, God, where are the platelets when you need them?
Oh, God
Oh, God
Oh, God


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Deadlines, coincidences, and contagious weirdos keep me going.

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Narrow circumstances of camaraderie is severing the homo sapiens.

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