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4:58AM 02/04/09
her tongue was
a pink poison placebo
9:31PM 02/09/09
neat freaks
masturbate with
condoms on
6:04PM 03/05/09
swastikas and
crosses look just
as silly to me!
11:46AM 03/12/09
the sun is
trying to kill me
11:11PM 03/19/09
I would rather starve
than suck Hallmark's
dick for cheeseburgers.
12:08AM 03/22/09
just quit writing
asshole; you suck.
5:42PM 04/05/09
the campus security
guard looks like walt
whitman
9:30PM 04/12/09
sell yourself
sweat yourself old.
10:02PM 04/20/09
stepping on fairies'
tails 'til the
publishers budge.
9:30PM 04/25/09
how do you
stay sober?
her tongue was
a pink poison placebo
9:31PM 02/09/09
neat freaks
masturbate with
condoms on
6:04PM 03/05/09
swastikas and
crosses look just
as silly to me!
11:46AM 03/12/09
the sun is
trying to kill me
11:11PM 03/19/09
I would rather starve
than suck Hallmark's
dick for cheeseburgers.
12:08AM 03/22/09
just quit writing
asshole; you suck.
5:42PM 04/05/09
the campus security
guard looks like walt
whitman
9:30PM 04/12/09
sell yourself
sweat yourself old.
10:02PM 04/20/09
stepping on fairies'
tails 'til the
publishers budge.
9:30PM 04/25/09
how do you
stay sober?
Literature
Woodkid - Iron
Woodkid - Iron
Głęboko w toni wód, w martwocie i odrętwieniu,
Gdzie niewinne dusze płoną w potępieniu,
Tysiące mil od domu, idę naprzód sam,
Przemarznięty do szpiku kości, jestem tylko ja,
Żołnierz samozwańczy, nie znam drogi swej,
Topię się panicznie w winie wewnątrz mnie,
Czekam tylko na znak, ręka na piersi drży,
Jestem gotowy na bój, przeznaczenie i łzy.
W mojej głowie dzwoni impet żelaznych nut,
Grom bębnów wojennych zapisuje już,
Rytm ciał upadających, ilość martwych dusz,
Literature
Lexicon
I found my old dictionary today.
The new one is sleek, modern. A quietly efficient affair.
No room for unwieldy clunk, like sentimentn. refined or tender emotion; manifestation of the higher or more refined feelings. or levity n. lightness of mind, character, or behavior; lack of appropriate seriousness or earnestness..
This old one, though, is well worn. Hazel green cover with a hint of blue.
Cracks abound, tangling in the weather loved pages. Nebulae pour through them, eviscerating the mundane with the profundity of it all.
Rust curls up in its crevices, stealing away the remorseless taste of time. I found the notes in the side, the ones w
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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I was reading some of Chris Lindores' work and decided to unload a bunch of the saved text messages I sent to myself. I got the idea from this; Clearing out my phone.
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How come I never saw this? This is amazing.
