Youyou, heroes and villains with fairytale voices filled with vice and good will, or cups of liquor, warding off a malignant snicker from the far side of the room.You
It's a linguist's dream, an idiot's cauchemarre. Where is ennui in our perfect world? It caches itself in words (the liar's weapon) unsaid, thoughts ever-veiled,
for fear of excavat
Deionarra" I shall wait for you in death's halls, my love" - Deionarra.Deionarra
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You are somewhere so regretful, my bride - beautiful in what light can never reach with its radiant aura, its warm bleach of staining colour - so far from my side, where once you lingered as a loyal beast, too trusting. Lost in shadow, disembowelled by love, tormented by its master cowled in thorny betrayals. Life given, ceased
when blind, grim fingers came for you, my love, where my evil began so long ago to see forgetfulness forment and grow until, like a tomb, it t
LiliesI had been ashamed to plant lilies Where vegetables should have grown Peppers, tomatoes, carrots and beans, Each firm and bright and fleshy Proud and purposeful, like soldiers Protecting my quiet fortress of creationLilies
But plant lilies I did And though they were useless They grew quickly in the sun, carelessly, brazenly beautiful Each a tiny pale fist uncurling in the summer light
The next day I saw you You were standing among the lilies Looking proud, And though you still sought my approval Desperately, like a child reaching for his mother’s skirt
I'm back. Sort of
love kim.
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- blank polaroids and reptile stares -
Thank you for that FANTASTIC comment on the quality of my teeshirt.
How are you?
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You don't need a machine to make a rainbow for rainbows are made of happy thoughts and dreams and chocolate unicorns and gumdrops and licorice sunsets and fuzzy gum drop bears and chocolate covered chocolate gumdrop land... - Meatwad, ATHF
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my name?
i am known by many names.. son of the dark prince, child of darkness. some call me the alter boy of doom. others will know me as the second coming of damnation...
my mom calls me pepito
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Heh, i'm like the only person here without a sig.
Oh wait.
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make music like mercy
that gives what it is
and has nothing to prove
- Ani DiFranco
We've sort of fallen out of touch, but, to clarify, the poem was not about a person infatuation with alcohol I've got. I gave up all that shit three weeks ago. A friend of mine who's been making me feel really guilty for not having a reciprocal crush on her likes whiskey. It was a poem to her, in a sense.
I hope you're alright, etc etc etc
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We're going to right the world and live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and the wrists. And love till it hurts maybe, but goddamn girl. Live.
-Sandra Cisneros
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Heh, i'm like the only person here without a sig.
Oh wait.
Check my page again. Jo wrote you a reply.
If you don't want to check it though: Chuck Taylors was the original name for Converse Allstars back in the 70's before Nike bought them out. All the cool kids [or the goofy ones who give a damn] refer to them as "chucks" because it's more of a hipster thing that way.
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We're going to right the world and live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and the wrists. And love till it hurts maybe, but goddamn girl. Live.
-Sandra Cisneros
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