Strawberry NothingsFlashes of white. Conversation, speculating. Hours and the strawberry endings. And I wonder, through the haze and distant aromas, how to think of nothing. The idea. Strange and convoluted and amazing. And... bicycle tires spinning we move.Strawberry Nothings
Trading seconds of existence. I am. Alive.
What is nothing. And accents, knowledge behind dark eyes, dreadlocks and
curling curling curling into the smoke.
What have they done to these strawberries?
Nothing. They've done absolutely nothing.
And strawberries. A
Open CasketIt is strange to think my aunt Sue was not a real person. Not in the eyes of young, stepping slowly into the slush at the funeral home. My shoes were soaked cold, and the time when I look back upon it, was come and gone quick and forgotten in the other shreds of life as they flowed.Open Casket
I remember more the curve of the freeway exit,
tension across the front seat and unnerving way of incomprehension. I refused to look at her, laid out in the coffin for viewing. I felt as if I didn't know her. Strange as to now,
her existence upon my memories is more as to her lack of continuance.
EyelashesI comprehend trading spaces, collaborative efforts futilely conducted forward. And I did realize today I am glad I have come now, then the creations of generations past are bestowed so generously. Idealism of science and religion. Jointed and hazy sometimes upon the reason of connection. I creep and slide and disassociate myself within until I could believe, if I wished, the teachings of each.Eyelashes
Too thick with depth, fake and shallow with the simplicity and materialism of my existence. I am remembered within times of slight surfacing.
What of the wake these wa
To BeBut it is okay to try and change the universe, I was told. As if recreating that which has already been created, if but in mind, is changing the universe. Miscreations are all that man can conceive of, slowly twisting about to find the actual meaning of anything.To Be
And I've lost it,
already. I say and I am trying now to live where the edges
do not so much end as fade and fringe out into the infinite recreations of man in cycles and circles. Again.
I want. To be the fire, again. The flight and fight and dying breath-gasping existence. Musica
| Slide. Down. Between the lines and wires and listen. To the hum. |
Honey and Shisha
Content
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"Don't fuck with me now, man. I am Ahab."
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Bass Fingers.
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"I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl..." -Elliott Smith
"Movie rain is just water in a pipe." -Hey Mercedes
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Just like that. Sing for me.
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"I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl..." -Elliott Smith
"Movie rain is just water in a pipe." -Hey Mercedes
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Eyes of a fallen angel, Eyes of a tragedy. - A Perfect Circle [3 Libras]
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Just like that. Sing for me.
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Toujours à mon coeur, ~Tia-is-the-thing.
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~♥ ~=ashescry =EndoPzycho ~MelancholyMacabre ~♥~
(Issy told meh)
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Pan dramwych ffrid yr Ywan,
Lle mae Tylwyth Ted rhadien,
Dos yamlaen, a phaid a sefyll,
Gwillia'th droed - rhag dawnsva'r Ellyll
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~ Nidd hawdd fy mala ~
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