keeping the hordes at baywhen you're done, please.keeping the hordes at bay
when you're finished and wrapped up, please.
when the world dissolves after you've come and the blackness swallows yours and mine;
i'll be smiling; tomorrow.
(forever falling) perhaps, please, maybe.
our hands will play cat's cradle no strings attached and i'll pop whatever gets me through the night.
TranscendenceA young girl walked along a forgotten beach. Her petite feet, calloused from walking among these broken shores often, were covered in many small, red cuts. Her apricot-coloured dress was faded and torn, and on her head was a worn-out straw hat several sizes to big for her. At times, she would stop and let the polluted water ooze through her toes. Many species of plankton – crabs, snails, stars – would remain behind after the water had been pulled back into the sea. The creatures would crawl up her scabbed legs, sending pleasant shivers through her bones. Today she was going to an old shiTranscendence
PrisonersI am a prisoner behind wary eyesPrisoners
so I write
my sorrows away
when the other is asleep.
Alone. Apart.
when the clock strikes when the music starts when the laughter begins when our pupils daze in meaningless euphoria
I descend back to my cell; huddle in shackled introversy and watch the world dissolve.
Dahlia'sDahlia'sDahlia's
Following a herring through
the tainted desert, I came upon a withered parchment written in red and signed with parabola and circle entwined "there is beauty in truth" said the words; read and reread a million times. for eternity I contemplated beauty made truth and the self-implication of man. a Devil came and talked to me She whispered black flowers into my ear sweet alto and sweeter syrups; understanding and misdirection and crimson sorrows She reasoned and begged &n
CrashCrash. Can you feel it? The metal torn cutting into your skin. Your shattered bones piercing your flesh, burning. Can you feel it?Crash
Crash. Can you hear it? The distorted noise, calm silence exploding. Your world echoes as if bombed, it's deafening. Can you hear it?
Crash. Can you see it? The sweat trickling down your head. Your wasted life, hopes and dreams ending. Can you see it?
Crash. Can you taste it? The sweet flavour in your mouth. Your heart beating in your throat, silently. Can y
angel girl
Just coming through
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"I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car. " - Wil Shriner
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"Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable, let's prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all." - Douglas Adams
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Never knows best...
You know you want to... just do it!
I miss you, sortoff.
When you coming back home?
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"maar toe ons woorde begin muf en swel, het ek geweet:
die niks sou gate deur al ons manuskripte vreet"
- Andre Letoit, Suburbia
Note me for a translation.
im not coming back for a while, still, so dont get your hopes up.
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"I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car. " - Wil Shriner
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- conducting a symphony of sound -
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"I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car. " - Wil Shriner
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