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Unroyally BlueDemon clown, face crusty and paintedUnroyally Blue
Young boy's eyes closed, dreams so tainted
The skin is ice white and eyes unroyally blue
His toothy cracked smile beckons to you
He comes closer, claws toy with your hair
Flicks at your lobes with split goblin tongue
Out of the shadow he steps, his form unbearably bare
His toothy cracked smile beckons to you
The drip of a tap becomes louder too soon
The glint of light hits the floor of the room
Razor blade kindess whispers from the floor
His toothy cra
by ~aaronflux
The Belt Buckle Floor ShowWelcome to the Belt Buckle Floor Show It's a place where the folks like to dance their dance Naked in clown makeup and feathers Adorned with bells and whistles It's a crowded place, full of booths and popcorn There's a place in the corner too She likes to hide there It's where she does the thing she says she doesn't doThe Belt Buckle Floor Show
It's the Belt Buckle Floor Show, of course A place where he likes to giggle like a sheep His belly is filled up with butterflies and beer His nostrils flare like Fridays here There's a toothy grin appearing on his gritty face His teeth, brown a
by ~aaronflux
The Coming StormIt starts off with a rumble as the edges of the sidewalk crumble A weed may take a tumble but the bumble bees still stingThe Coming Storm
And the crowd of people seem to be thinner than your hair As the parked cars' horn honks become louder in the air
The rumble turns to shakes and behind you comes the marching earthquakes Their fangs are mashing along with parked cars crashing as their mass moves forward
They are tall monstruous brick house ogre beasts with death in their eyes Their bellies aching for a feeding and your flesh is the prize
Cars become crushed metal like bike petals i
by ~aaronflux
Reverend HermanRemember ol’ Reverend Herman and the power of his whiskey driven sermon? Casted out the devil more than once, occured Question him twice about existence, obscuredReverend Herman
He brandishes a smile and flask of metal The voice he breathes tastes of wilted rose petal Slamming the good book while screaming a preacher’s prayer Reverend Herman’s new nickname: “The Devil Slayer”
The church is filled to the brick with those Who would give up their children to keep their clothes They praise the Reverend before them, seen unflawed To them, he is the incarnate
by ~aaronflux
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- Current Residence: Los Angeles
- Interests: Sketch comedy, wine, movies, acting, eating babies
- Favourite movie: The Shining, Bladerunner, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Sideways, Psycho, Reservoir Dogs
- Favourite band or musician: NIN, Tom Waits, Muddy Waters, Kanye West, Mos Def, Aphex Twin
- Favourite genre of music: Gypsy Klezmer Clanky Bluesy Jazzy Noisy Quiet Industrial Urban Shit
- Favourite poet or writer: Tom Waits, Burroughs, Bukowski, Plath, Sartre, Palahniuk, etc.
- Operating System: I'll go ahead and say Nervous. That is, of course, the original operating system.
- Wallpaper of choice: I don't trust wallpaper, what do these walls have to hide?
- Skin of choice: Epidermis
- Favourite game: 'What's in my pocket?'
- Favourite gaming platform: My pocket.
- Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
- Website: http://aaronflux.blogspot.com
- AIM: prostheticlife
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