Flippin' the scriptI have a scrap of one up. Not sure if I will keep it, finish it, or what. But then again, who knows what the hell I will do. Go look, and say what you will. You would, anyway
Loathsome Tonight : A scrap(Are You) Loathsome Tonight?Loathsome Tonight : A scrap
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I don't photograph well; mine is not the kind of face that would ever grace your walls.
I stare too much at nothing in particular. It's probably nothing that you would ever notice but it'd disturb you all the same.
I think you'd shrink from my touch, and
my skin is like nothing you'd imagine - sleeping with me would earn you nothing but dissatisfaction and lingering resentment.
But even still I can't wait &n
It's a wonder...It's a wonder ----------------It's a wonder...
It's a wonder that we were ever lovers, for your sign is broken butterflies against the glass; mine is the unfired bullet, volatile, and raging.
It's a wonder, that we stayed together for as long as we did; we never went out, and barely spoke. In bed at night, we made hate, sweating like blood.
It's a wonder, that I still think of you when my mouth has forgotten the shape of your name, but not the way you taste - hot metal in the sun, like railroad
Biograph - ExperimentationBiograph - Experimentation in 21st century blank verseBiograph - Experimentation
two birds in a tree, the distance between, two inches and a thousand years. Can they hear each other?
Imperial bedroom suite, decorated in Early Glacial Drift; nothing more than a series of yellowing photos of strangers. (I'm fucking starved for love.)
A look at the great big now: sitting at the crossroads, jar in hand. Listening, for the echoing steps of decisions badly and quickly made. Mr. Devil, do you even still *want* my soul?
Closeups (Framed and
Overdosing On NostalgiaOverdosing On Nostalgia ------------------------------Overdosing On Nostalgia
Pawing at the past; groping memories, hoping for one last feel, some weird secondhand thrill.
Overdosing on nostalgia; ego-tripping the life fantastic. Caught in an endless necrophiliac dry-hump of old dreams - drink down this bitter night of memory.
Revel in its sweetness.
Tired
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
was referred here (kinda) by snigom...
i dun know much about writing, but i'm diggin' those digital abstracts...used to do a lot of that too...kinda dropped off a while ago tho...keep it up!
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new, improved, and back from japan!
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"These thoughts don't chorus, but clamor"
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new, improved, and back from japan!
And holy snot...already someone likes it...which is odd, as it's been posted all of about 30 seconds...
Eh, go figure.
Enjoy!
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"These thoughts don't chorus, but clamor"
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!
And if you get at least 10 back, you will recieve good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will send it back to you.
I'm waiting...
It's friendship week.
If you recieve (at least) 10 back, you truly are a lovable person.
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Your focus determines your reality. So be mindful of your thoughts.
Ask it what it has to teach you then let it go. It only has as much power over you as you give it.
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Member of =Apophysis *Ex-po-zure =Birds-Club ~HispanoSfera ~Poetas-Hispanos *FractalDreams ~spanish-deviants *Everything-Nikon
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.. and without you is how i disappear
and live my life alone forever now... (MyChemicalRomance)
.. believe, believe in me, believe ... (SmashingPumpkins)
.. and into skies of enlightened-poets [link]
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