obsidiansky

obsidiansky
obsidiansky
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rested
He rested himself with a GUN to the HEAD his wife watched and now he rests while the world is in fucking chaos he fucking rests
brisk
I'll take a walk around my mind see what I find. what there is to see in the dark is me A candle in the breeze goes out.
mirage
The desert heat seeps and slip up through the cracks in the sand. An ocean as far as the eye can see is but a blanket over a desolate expanse.
prisoner
Up against the grate, and slowly I shimmy a key an inch to the left where my thumb can slip into a metal loop and pull some freedom toward this glaring insecurity. If it fits just right, I'll eat the uncaged air for my breakfast this fine day.
chivalry
Praises were sung through serpid teeth while the morning sun spit fire on the distant hawthorns. By night, the morphose is complete, a temptrid serpent about your lion breast does lie and from your flesh, she eats.
chivalry
The snake that sung your praises previously, as the Toyons on the hill are lit by fire the of the morning sun's delight, wraps herself around your lion breast to squeeze out the last oily drop.
worthwhile
It's worthwile, while crunching on tiny bones over filet-of-sole to lift your peppery eyes to mine and let me know you enjoy what I cook up.
captivate
Her legs in a cage because they can't be shaved like a normal feminata would, with a long razor cutcutcut as it scrapes it's way up her leg; no can't do that, or the blood wells up to the skin, angry and welting and she screams, I'll never be normal if I can't shave me legs.
rally
Round the flag for the cause for the teeth of society rally for the baby "Did you hear what they named her?" Rally, finally, for our souls to be saved.
stealth
In black, translucent as dusk and creeping forward at amazing speeds ZOOM! Too fast for the eye to catch her, The flightbird of night glides on.
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on this day 15 years ago
ObsidianSky wrote about artistry
“There is artistry in the way you twist your words, Silent and enveloping, stifling the logic I want to call my own-- until it's just your logic, your perfect plan planted as a seed, nestle…”
the words ObsidianSky reaches for
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