Philip Elliott
Philip Elliott is Irish, 23 years old and Editor-in-Chief of Dublin-based international literary magazine, Into the Void. His writing can be found in various journals, most recently GFT Press, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, Subprimal Poetry Art and Yellow Chair Review. He is currently working on his first novel, A War of Hearts, which he hopes to publish in 2017. He believes there are no characters, only people. If you ask him what day it is, he almost definitely won't know. Stalk him at philipelliottfiction.com.
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im alive!!!
youre alive youre alive
so luck y to be a live
celebrate buy a
gold watch ten per cent off
LIFETIME guarantee
youre alive and the wind weeps for you
hear the rabbits crying in the fields
theyre hiding from you and your miraculous
life
youre a live a life living squirming with life
this (i)ce (s)cream maker is only 20 euro
whoopeee fill your lungs with air and siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
while you can
youre alive spinning twirling churning burning
with life
buy a new tv bigger and so flat and
lie down and give up and and watch
other people die
deoxyribonucleic acid
We carry pain in our bloodline
Prove me wrong
(— took hold of our hearts and squeezed)
A little Syrian boy goes to play in the bombzone
A field of rhododendrons meets a war and withers
A child lets go of a balloon in Paris
And her soul takes flight with it
See you in the afterlife it calls
With the voice of a thousand
Angels in a booming choir
Only the child can hear
An old man walks his dog in
The golden meadows of Holland
While two doves twirl in the air
Above Prague
An atomic bomb bellows in
Hiroshima
And kills Time
[But for a moment]
Subjected to it all they shivered and shuddered
Crawled and slithered
Lashed and beaten and bruised
While two rhinoceroi had their horns cut bleeding and wailing
& 276 Nigerian girls were rounded up and herded away from their homes
& the famine in Ireland had them all on their knees
& Alexander the Two-Horned slaughtered the East
& 1000 whales trapped and terrified were clubbed and stabbed
& the waters churned as red as the sun that drank its fill when
6,000,000 Jews faded into the atmosphere
& a child lets go of a balloon in Paris
& a man walks his dog
& two doves twirl in the air
& we carry pain in our bloodline
Prove me wrong
XXX
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Tits ass cocks cum people fucking people
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EveryfuckingwhereSEXSEXSEXXXXXXXXXX
Skin stretched tight over muscle&fat
Seminal fluid sprayed over thebodyslargestorgan (excreting sweat=water+salt+lactate+urea)
BUY THIS CAR IT INVOLVES SEX
BUY THIS WAFFLE MAKER IT INVOLVES EJACULATION
Lipstick;;;;;;;highheels;;;;;;;;perkyfuckingnipples — get it all into the shot, timmy
we need
to sell these
fucking
kids toys.
Philip Elliott is Irish, 23 years old and Editor-in-Chief of Dublin-based international literary magazine, Into the Void. His writing can be found in various journals, most recently GFT Press, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, Subprimal Poetry Art and Yellow Chair Review. He is currently working on his first novel, A War of Hearts, which he hopes to publish in 2017. He believes there are no characters, only people. If you ask him what day it is, he almost definitely won't know. Stalk him at philipelliottfiction.com.
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