it occurs to me
that i will probably never have my leg removed
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
having something be you, and then having it not be you
it becomes something else, and another thing takes its place
entrancing?
that makes it sound weirder than it is
fuck idk
it's just something to mull over
also the idea of something you probably wont ever experience
(i know that's not what you mean)
When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the moon
It made me dream of Nosferatu
Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldn't it be lovely...
I was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate