Title:woke up staring at the bottom of a flower. i grew up like i was supposed to, with all my body parts still in tact and i smile about that. I smile because your arms and feet still look the way they were supposed to.Title:
and i laugh cause... where'd you go? look between shoes and gloves and you'd gone somewhere, i dont know. It's introspective, i suppose, to lose your self and find it again; too tired to care about circles or squares.
So expensive to watch the sunset these days so i just watch you, soiled soulful friend of mine with hair an
temperace is beautifulthe dew on the outside of the glass races into your mouth like your lips seal a vacuum. and with them i wipe my face.temperace is beautiful
and through strands of water i enter you. and through strands of water i breathe.
my halfway smile sings our lonesome lulliby, stepping halfway into the night; sun half set half here, half awake and half waiting for such clouded water to clear. submarine sinking; such danger, danger, dangerous to think of such things sitting staring at the porthole with a
hammer in my hand just... waiting for such cl
genocidewe anticipate rain. we fill holes with teabags and lift the world to our angle with our hands afterward to drink the puddles- that which is the suffix of our storms, the elements of our minds working in co operation or operations of conflict.you scream disciplinary likegenocide
you are the one that you hate.
i take my time take my time
and no real motive for motivation; six in the morning living through
vines and sunshine pillars heads back mouths swallowing entire skies laughing like killers, killed integrity, killed dishonesty, murd
south washingtoni am nothing like you.south washington
a camera can not take a picture
of itself.
like stones in a garden,
secret and bare-beautiful
and the lack of balance between
what we know and what we dont;
worldly knowledge.
Trying to pull it off,
pull it off the top of a topless sunset,
[bare chested and covering the world in
a world of things we forgot.]
He's methamphetamine,
strand glass blown brittle and golden,
reaching toward endless expanse,
reaching, fingers spread wide in the air
blowing cotton and polyester in waves
against his skin,
In the words of Hannibal Lecter, "You're very beautiful".
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...wasting wishes on copper and stars
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~Fight the war on prejudice and intolerance.~
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.+."But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience?".+.
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