dumbfunny how people creep sleepwalking into or out of your life. i wish everything would just leave me alone. im tired. i tune out. these old walls laugh at me as i sleep my ambitions away. i wake. i feel so different. drowning myself. drowning myself. drowning myself. drowning myself. drowning myself. drowning myself. some one please tell me i'd be lying if i said i hated everything about me.dumb
untitled.planted you in the dirt and after forty days rain you took the form of devils burying your feet in my mouths bottom lip words bound to perfectly harmonized violin symphonies slowly singing me to sleep gripping my shame convincing the avalanches of faulty telephone wire engagements to fall from my mouth harboring loose ends and wrecked nerves my being and existence take flight in misfortune folded paper airplanes crash landing on my jealous pillow waking me from a two year slumber to find life occupying itself with yo-yo strings and marbles at the end ofuntitled.
dances with stabilityat the toss of a coin i tied my loose ends to an angels ankles exchanging grimace a handfull of captured fireflies and botched halos smothered in spoiled disposition i fumble lifes questions between my fingers as i tip-toe passed hells gates for devils and plagues to capture me running away dressed to the teeth they observe me stealing the skin of a drunken martyr but my lack of twine and needle cause me to compose a rope ladder perched on earth there i take ten breathes with a prodigal grin shackled to the front of my mouth i wed venom and water to portion amungstdances with stability
hour part IIstill not sure if i was drunk or not i unfolded on a salmonella infested floor but i lay accompanied by the low humming tune of the empty refridgerator addressing myself as an insect spun in the cacoon of a drunken spider.hour part II
with the grinning clock watching from a distance, i scavenge dirt from the cracked green and brown tiles lined with fingernail scratch impressions decorating the linoleum in an end of the world fashion, i form some fucked up prayer circle and fall witnessing my bellows never even reached the ceiling above me.
the wall paper continues to peel and the paint b
Walking ShoesI boarded this train exactly seven hours ago. The conductor has already eyed me suspiciously twice this night and every time he passes I get this feeling that he is the only one who knows why I’m really here.Walking Shoes
It rained today. At least, I remember it attacking me. I don’t know how hard or for how long but I remember walking in it to get here. I can still smell it on my clothes- a mixture of sweat and wet dog. I like being caught in the rain; but I don’t like its aftermath. It’s like reading a really good book; and then having the ending go flat.
The windows in my car are steamed from the fog my breath creates. I dra
dear precious miseryMiserydear precious misery
#002a [recollection] misery. I've never met you but I'm sure you've met me. how else would I know every curve each corner and syllable of your name?
#002b [first impressions] you introduced me to the floor stranger, yet he caught my tears as they flowed through the lines and cracks in his skin closed me in blanketed from the ones outside
#002c [invasion] I found myself sitting under the clothes hanging so crisp and new with you. the dark damp heavy air made love to
me.
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we called it us
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Om du är ung och inte vet vad du ska göra med din rastlöshet, punk kanske är någonting för dig
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tormented by my every undying devotion to you, I cry terrified the truth will never calm. but for now, if I can just push on and forget, all will be alright.
Welcome and we hope to see you soon
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Adele
MN@ Operator & =birthdays Team Member
"The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like a pen, it is as good as the [person] who uses it." John Steinbeck
While my introverted side is flying cadavers on kite strings
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getting used to this thing called a heart
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