like a tragic broadway whore

LiKe a TraGic
BroAdwAy WhoRe.

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I have spoKeN
with
mulTiple
IdenTiTies
in a SolipsisTic
SeTTing.

Where MuFFled
HeAds cough
Laugh-like bullets
before a
Broadway Whore.
(who never saw The
Beginning Coming.)

and 

You Are
Always
There My Love,

(whom certain
"I's"
in Secret Hate.)

Pretty Like 
A
Nightmare's 

wet
Dream any 

corpse
would Die Twice
For.

(Then
Attempt to
ViolaTe.)

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Why do i make
such
obscene statements?..
(gasp!)

Are you shocked
Love?!!..

Do you shake
your
head bewildered
by the 

Cruelty of
My Baffling Jest?

You are..

indelibly
sown
into these Many
Fractured
Thoughts of Me..

Dancing in Your
Finest
Dollar Store
Dress.

(That you wear

 like
Sacred-Armani.)

×
well,

I must have
Brain-Cancer!!

(The "I's" Think))

Because these
Bloody-Laughs
We WeeP

Now seem like
Nails to close
mY
Angels Coffin;

As Love stands
around

looking
Down
upon this
World

like 

some
Tragic Broadway
Whore..!!!

(who never
saw the Ending
coming.)

j.stephen.h./

Authors Note:

Spare the *Script
Flippin Lid Shittin
Questionaire please..

this is merely 

a 

reflection
of

My head's

Disease Caught
by the World. 

(then given
back to Source)

A Portrait of:

The
Wanna Be Artist
Living in mental
Houses made of
So much glass
that..



*One should Toss
stones
At their own risk. (wink)

but please..


(DO NOT
RETURN
My SOUL TO
SENDER.)