I'm AliveBut I'm here and I'm breathing and I intend to stay that way.
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The Pride of LionsShy lamplight in a morning Rolled in fog and the sounds of waves from The road along the cliffside She could hear her breath steady, thrum and throttle Jogging up and down her larynx and rattling Like an angry snakeThe Pride of Lions
I've never seen someone run
Away from nighttime, away from The noises that skitter and skid across her ceiling to Trickle down to her ears
She tells me in confidence, eyes wide and solid like The heads of African drums, that "The Murder of Crows and Mischief of Mice Battle for space in this house of mine But it never fails, the
by ~gutterbreed
The Weekend Fire Took The TownThey said Sunday mornings meant Sleep Not the heat through the windows, this wave of sunburns The dry crackle of flowers left on the counter Or the hiss and snap of trees as The fire ate them wholeThe Weekend Fire Took The Town
Everything was orange and fevered, and we Stood by the window in simple white underclothes and Watched the neighborhood melt The wood paneling and tar shingles Ran together and slid to the asphalt, mixing like paint, Like crayons on a hotplate
I just wanted to drowse that day Fold my lids slowly, with my pupils pointed towards the floor And drip to the groun
by ~gutterbreed
Not Saying Anythingso i woke up today in a new bed a new smell of blankets, a new kind of buzzing in my head of sunlight through the blinds so i'll creep out before i get your name i'll take note of the decor on the way out your front door and i'm sure that you don't mindNot Saying Anything
there's a mild accumulation
in this drizzled dreary week of a lack of stimulation our interest must have sprang a leak girl, you needed some slight of hand to keep you good and steady and we're saying let's get going and you're saying you're not ready
grandpa's in the den, they caught
by ~gutterbreed
SnippetIt was on a morning in mid July when the old Patelco building finally crumbled. We were sitting on the rails of what was left of the credit union, watching the bulk of the old pillars shrug and tumble. It was a stocky-shouldered beast of a thing, slung low and dribbled with blocky lettering like the broad back of a football player. The sunlight, weak and watered down for mid-summer, licked the air filled with cement dust and wrenched pieces of rebar. You rolled a cigarette with a quick wrist flick, dabbed your tongue across the line in a slow drawl and crinkled it shut between the tips of your fingers. "So what now?" "Fuck,Snippet
by ~gutterbreed
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So many reasonsSo many reasons why beauty can’t square up all people in this world and give them theSo many reasons
insouciance of flowers.
All night my mind went to seed in the margins, waste places;
held back by the understoryes of rusty wire
and milky latex of plants no-one would give their lapsed acres for.
I don’t know. I worked a tune around a crowing blade and let it loosen another runner, testing the fuller.
The wild may never give up its gestures. Now while beauty poises itself on the edge, trying to save the place its lost; our tongues twist round each bearded stalk,
by ~papillon-mort
Tikal Monoby ~big-e6
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- Interests: Rock climbing, EMS, body modification, cute things, moozik
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- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, The Kinks, TMBG, Sam Roberts, and any classic rock/jazz/blues imaginable
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever's good
- Favourite artist: Emi Kubota
- Favourite poet or writer: Tom Robbins, Dave Eggers
- Favourite photographer: That's a broad and undecided list
- Favourite style of art: Living
- Operating System: Sponteneity
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- Wallpaper of choice: The lickable one from Willy Wonka
- Skin of choice: Yours, please.
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- Personal Quote: "We are the lines we drew ourselves, but that doesn't mean we should stay in them."
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geldie
i never claimed to be an artist, you just assumed i was... i'd say you made the wrong assumption...
You have been watched!
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Who we are: Vi and Ve: the DoubleBint twins
What we do: We dAwatch you
dAwatching back is not required and not expected!
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Determinist, ignosticist, narcissist.
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"My old clock used to tell the time
and subdivide diurnity;
but now it's lost both hands and chime
and only tells eternity."
thank you
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"There are two kinds of love.
One is turned selflessly toward others and their well-being.
The other is possessive and limited to the ego."
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"Ahhh lookiy here I've found a new toy to play with." -Gives a grin.- "You'll be my favorite toy from now on."
[Will forever be Sanzo's kitty. "Meow." =^_^=]
~ Proud to be Kami-sama in *rp-ikkou
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