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In Crowded Nowhere in You1 it is clear and overcast, and sunny and rain on mountains we do not know the names of, and an unborn wealth of pointless solace that bristles across the deluded expectation of emptiness, cramped in its gray, hollow device, by the truck-stop selling patriotism in the form of belt-buckles and bean-dip and paperbacks, and a motel, and the lights - stiffly erectedIn Crowded Nowhere in You
from the high desert, yet untouched by it - the bland halos of which, question nothing and are remote from the joy of flesh. if the morning comes to fill the solemn gaps of light and earthly parchment, it will be myself - it will
by ~thereisnoisoiam
To Not Untie Untitled This",,,and just before you tell her, that you have no love to give her, she brings you to her wavelength and she lets the river answer: That you have always been her lover... you have touched her perfect body with your mind..."To Not Untie Untitled This
"...love's the only engine of survival..."
no, for i whom still ask questions
about the sky-blue sky, the things that accidents deliver fall and shudder and lose themselves in
proper places that seem always untied
tranquilized like stars and stripes mean less in brilliance than in flame. trust is tied, aloof, naked as day &nb
by ~thereisnoisoiam
Actor and Judgemiddle decades some tranquillized nut tried to sue the prince of darkness for dismounting his immenselyActor and Judge
fluffy wars. a judge smelled the okay fake like it was syllogism Latin, and pages later dismissed it and forgot the whole lack of authority over poor and
well inflected acting as slyly as arts and crafts or Middle East or Penny Lane. how do you prosecute a Heaven and
Hell you can not touch? how can Truth beautify past its own notion when stars or lawyers
don't align but still ripen happy, naked life. at least sometimes. make-believe isn
by ~thereisnoisoiam
Requiemdisquiet, is the unsure not of one whom waits for two to laugh, in frowns that trees cannot unshade. these lifetimesRequiem
of a trunk, less bark than sap. less requiem
than unsure Kyrie out of tune.
or drowse maligned for clouds that fluff of how i should have not been born myself. and sidewalks that remind
me how loss equals loss without recompense.
i or noise, that swoons your mind to laugh as he
was brilliant, and mine and young, but he choked his sweet empire away from life. from favorite songs. from ping-balls and catheter and gowns. you
by ~thereisnoisoiam
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PorcelainI always break you so I’ll have somethingPorcelain
to fix, or a reason to stay.
by ~paperfences
Cold and DarkCold and DarkCold and Dark
Walking into the morning sun so wide Blanking no expression as the breeze touches my side Thundering out my clouded eyes Nothing, but pride is so wise
Return the clock back Trace it another track Block the open black A place is filled with grace
Watch and look around It's Cold and Dark Liking the life on the park Bursting into the sound as a bold pretender
Praticing my severe illness Quick and quiver my sadness grows Windy and shaking my body bestows Rocking the stillness of blood markings
Runn
by ~dragondreamzero
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- Favourite movie: The Big Lebowski, Sammi And Rosi Get Laid!, Donnie Darko
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“In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas . . . a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.” William S. Burroughs
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“In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas . . . a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.” William S. Burroughs
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Are you
having fun as perhaps the world ends
or lasts yet another forever?
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Juliette
dont cry
"gravity is a harsh mistress"
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“In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas . . . a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.” William S. Burroughs
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Always Rhyme like a Dreamer..
Staying True like a Believer..
L.R.P. remains in me 4ever..
Howl! A Lobo stares into the melody moon..
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