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Lost in your downy napeBe pitiful to my great woe.--KeatsLost in your downy nape
The unframed photograph on my nightstand and the many pictures I view when I close my eyes are poor substitutes for the visions I see when I run my finger across your shoulder and gather the mass of your locks in my palm. Damn all photos! Pressed to the nose they make no hint of that something something shimmering your downy nape, nor do they hold me like a life ring, nor quake inwardly when language fails to grasp just what is happening here. A picture is worth (only) a thousand words, my dear, so many worthless thing
by *SitkaReign
White Horse RescueYou flick your tongue and shells fly, scatter.White Horse Rescue
Your lips run red. You've been biting them— if only that tongue could claim the same.
You try to speak but smoke comes out. We're poking birdshot holes in your throat: we're waking wounds, you're speaking tombs, and even your savior can't shoot you now,
while you're happy.
by ~scarredsodeep
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Fuckupvery slowly, very sexuallly handing in my university withdrawal forms like I'm building up to some big show wherein fate waves her shaking heels and moans, but it is not so simple to be faced with the impotent world staring us down with hateful eyes, smiling.Fuckup
We are left to our own devices, to drink and work and cum until the days fold in on themselves like the weathered walls of an old treehouse.
we are dilated, we are warm, we are wet and inviting to the guilt and anxiety of life still sporting shelter hospitality, still coming in o
by ~StormCloudMao
the damp and screaming earthpreserved under glass like a butterfly or a dead body this girl is vapid; she knows nothing of joy, nothing of pain. she exists lazily as pitch gurgles forth from neighborhood birches and so many red ants pile on forgotten litter in a massive diabetic orgy, as great clouds scroll by unmolested.the damp and screaming earth
by some, these comas are upheld with great piety and regarded as dreams, which they are-- surreal, dissociative, and miles away from the damp and screaming earth.
by ~StormCloudMao
pastiche no. 1madness & booze, madness & booze,pastiche no. 1
madness & booze, madness & booze,
I should have been a pair of ragged claws madness & booze, madness & booze,
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. madness & booze, madness & booze,
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! madness & booze, madness & booze,
I should have been a pair of ragged claws madness & booze, madness & booze,
well today I feel euphorian
madness & booze, madness & booze,
madness & booze, madness & booze,
we are born like this madness & booze, madness & booze,
by ~StormCloudMao
thank god for doctorsjust me, you, the weed, the shrooms, and the booze panting in the crowded dark on empty stomachs (for effect)thank god for doctors
my guts-- among other things-- split and my hunger pours into yours
thank god for doctors. thank god we've got one less mouth to feed.
by ~StormCloudMao
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Somewhere there is someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while, so when you are lonely, remember it's true, somebody,somewhere is thinking of you.
--D'Anne Bucy
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Crack whores are the best kind of whores ^^
those born of darkness flourish in it, those who seek darkness shall perish in it....
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
Write more.
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People ought to start dead and then they would be honest so much earlier.
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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
So when I was younger--ha, when we were younger--I heard a song. Quality of the song aside, it has always, always reminded me of you. And so, running the risk of being a creep, if you ever get the chance to listen to 'Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't' by Brand New, you should know it's somehow about you.
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Maybe it's better to die living than live every day dead.
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Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
that has the grapes
to put up pics of mao
on his page
deserves my attention
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Sometimes, I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion!
whats a fuckass?
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