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Would you go East?Do you ever think about it? The way I seem so much smaller to the world when you are not in front of me.Would you go East?
All those years, I taught myself how to avoid that ill-fitting fate of following bitter bile in lifestyle. It was only challenged twice, spawned by someone who never knew, probably knew, obviously orchestrated my choices to resolve today, in this chair, with these words: soggy satisfaction.
He has clearly melted into a thunderstorm and forgotten his manners; a good host makes sure his guests are constantly cared-for and never, God forbid, uncomforta
by ~gilswir
SashaThere is nothing quite like hearing that something is wrong: I'm told there's acid inside your head,Sasha
that you lived on a diet of mud and brown water and were gone for two weeks. I thought your mother was going to start crying when she told me.
Your new diet is to keep your head out of the clouds, and you said that you're afraid it will make you numb. I'm afraid that I'm not afraid enough because I haven't cried over what's become of you.
Everyone wants to save you, I want to take you back to that day Doug said, "You're a man now" because I held your hand in a restaurant. &nb
by ~gilswir
Is this frequent wish wretchedIs this frequent wish wretched, this desire for deathIs this frequent wish wretched
repulsive and macabre? I do not seek to spill my blood
upon a table of sorrow and pity—would the gesture touch
Christ, somehow, like Stephen's forgiving cries and knowing
blessed destruction? I simply do not fear the wound
of sleep; I wake to a blistering sun, hours old and already growing flowers,
And I writhe into a routine of the perpetual tack, with its flowery,
cloying thickness of inevitable defeat. I would rather die
than arise
by ~gilswir
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Buttonsby `larafairie
The Lullaby for GrievingI can carry you in a small box in a moment like this I canThe Lullaby for Grieving
carry you in a small box in a moment like this I can carry you in my palms I can carry you in my palms I can carry you in a small box and a moment like this
Space and room. The earth is deep, the water vast and fire takes home. We live in the air, like fish with feet, we walk on sand and there is only one way up for us. If only there were choices if the dance moved like molecules, all the dead would be electrons lined up
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Freedomby ~Jun-Sasaki
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- Current Residence: Kentucky
- Interests: Jehovah. My husband.
- Favourite movie: The Science of Sleep
- Favourite band or musician: Regina Spektor
- Favourite artist: Goya
- Favourite poet or writer: Ezra Pound
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin
- Personal Quote: Let be be finale of seem.
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ONCE YOU have BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU KNOW YOU are REALLY FINE AS HELL. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN YOU will BE CURSED WITH UGLINESS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. SO DONT MESS UP!!!
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I love you.
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Gaara Rocks
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What ever it is trust me when i say I know how you feel.
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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*But I believe in peace, bitch.*
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i'd rather be the wisher than the penny in the well.
and submit some mo' shit.
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
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