Elioka The Great

A bunch of randomness from poetry, short stories, pics of different beers I try, different places I visit and the cycle of the hair on my face.. Check out my writing @ https://www.facebook.com/Dark-Side-of-Light-Words-663027990399106/

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I know a ghost! Still my favorite shirt! Thanks! #thedevilwearsprada #thedevilwearspradaband #tattooedmen #tatoo #music

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So freaking smooth!!!!! #beer #ipa #deschtesbrewery #freshsqueezed #relaxing #stormy

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My 2 favorite tattoos #thursdayband #thursday #tattoos #tattooedmen #ringoffiretattoo

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Silent Sleeper

The threads are painfully being unraveled from the bare rawness of my dreadful fingertips. The open wound from my bruised chest that you easily stitched pulsates and rips. This thread you have used has dissolved and erased its presence within my amorphous skin. My amorphous imagination, this cursed abomination will never let me win! So, when? When will the sensory formed within assumed possesses stop? I fear there will never be a stop. I fear it will kill the person inside of who I pretend to be. It will drop. I will drop. Dead... The exsistance that drained feverish symptoms have been fed. The monster exhausting all of your nightmares has turned red. Fear what has never been said. I am the silent sleeper. I am ahead.

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New Art

Bacteria accumulates within the deep infected wound that lies just below the dark side of her strained, slow pulsating heart. The morose monster crawls closer, reacing out to pour within the wound salt. The girl screams in agony as the monster laughs, calling her a new breed. A miraculous new form of art. As the terrifying beast stands over the pleading girl he runs his skinny sharp fingers through her tangled, blood stained hair. Don't you dare be afraid my sweet there is a new pestilence cleaning the streets and together all others will cling to the branches, hopeless and silently deep into prayer.

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Yum! #beer #rangercreek #redheadedstranger #ipa #hophead #planetbeer

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Spilling Blood

Stranded I play in the dark, dry heat with the imperfections of my vast isolated heart eating though the remaining emotions that keep me standing today. The loss for words I desire to spill by opening my throat with your sharpened claws drive me to excitement. This shall not be the time I stray. This will not be the corruption I let slip away. A muse is what I shall make of you. Rip thy nails down the crooked spine of my bleeding back and lie to me with the acidic breath you breathe. Tell me not one thing that is true! Hide yourself so in the end this will not be real. In the end of it all it will be myself that you kill. My emotions that cover your hands come with the blood you will spill.

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Tastiest by far! Right amount of hops!