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SoapJagged tiles cut bare feet andSoap
blood like oil pools and spreads serpentile shifting hues to blackened eyes from thighs stained violet & violent blue around knees skinned raw they show my insides on the outside an obscenely bright shade of pink runaway fever chills the
awful heat of knowing
what it's like to be all those
things and be them all at once crescent moon scabs, picking his fingernails out of
skin less like a beautiful organ and more like a garbage bag full of me
by ~TheHumanDrama
Saving FaceJust kill me OH you already areSaving Face
you are asking me can I love you and not love you at once and I can not not love you and I can not love you
a dream he said a different demension in which we both were dying of the skin starvation
have you made yourself sufficiently miserable yet?
He said I don't know, Jade I'm just fucking being stupid right now
But honey, you've been fucking stupid all along
The law of caring less The only thing I'm really good at care.less.love.less.hope
by ~TheHumanDrama
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39. daughterssitting in a hard wooden chair in dawn’s last moments i can only wonder if the world really is perfectly formed like the bruised orange in the banana bowl39. daughters
science says so
&nb
by ~stabbedbycupid
32. walk32. walk do you remember yesterday? the rain painted my shirt to my chest and my ribs pushed forward to let my lungs keep me from crying for the trees32. walk
creaking statues for sadness humming songs so that my lips never had to part but when they pressed into the heart of the woods the
rhythm always seemed to slow here as our feet stuck and we collapsed into
the twisted motions of leaves from the highest
branches like iron wrought around our wrists folding hands into promises of
our return in a moment not s
by ~stabbedbycupid
Colours...The lights around me dazzle: glow My pulsating head, it hurts: slow I feel dizzy and abstracted, Floating mighty, so detracted,Colours...
Clouds around: Above and below And always I will never know… The colours...
Table, chair, floor… where? Drunken beauty filled with plight, Nausea and fearful might,
Get up: fall down.
The chalky, bluey red surround. Colours, colours all around… The colours…
Birds are bees,
Hills are trees, Nothing lives until it’s livid… Blurred vision unclearly vivid…
The colours… The colou
by =MaskedVengeance
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- Current Residence: Home is a very fluid concept right now
- Interests: Psych/parapsych/reading/writing/piano/painting/astronomy/San Francisco/knitting/sewing/sign language
- Favourite band or musician: Taking Back Sunday, The Used, Emery, The Killers, Mum...good stuff...
- Favourite genre of music: I can find music I like in almost any genre.
- Favourite poet or writer: Sharon Shinn/J.K. Rowling/Charles Dickens
- Tools of the Trade: 100% concentrated Jade
- MSN: thehumandrama@hotmail.com
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RiP BELVEDERE.. Thanks for the good memories.
RiP Dimebag Darrell.
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So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away
-streetlight manifesto
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Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast
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