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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Mar 17, 2015 18:48:54 GMT -5
Sun baking oven square, disburse crowded ether mesh. Ants autos spin to fro, air beneath hawkish flesh.
All bricks are side 2 side, thousand biscuits, round sinning... a wall made of our thoughts. How can one fathom pain unending?
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Mar 27, 2015 11:03:41 GMT -5
scissors or rock, can't tell any more, im dulled by your rapping.
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Mar 29, 2015 13:04:46 GMT -5
inked blue fades to gunmetal like copied forms 12 the shape of line falls crass upon your crown 10 tomorrow memory of your smile shines -- epiphany 15 how to forgive votre spectre et nuance? 11
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Mar 30, 2015 15:18:51 GMT -5
did it mean a single thing, your look - gleaming eye 6 5 should the words i was singing, been more little lies 7 5
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Mar 31, 2015 12:48:49 GMT -5
seeing two pass hand in hand makes my head begin to spin rising torsion grips me, flexed feel, unreleased, scream, a mess
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Apr 6, 2015 15:54:01 GMT -5
unemployed, jaundice time sheep stick it in, swallow pride fifty dollar, homeless fly favorite man, crash
what could be said, nearly death
, lush
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Apr 12, 2015 10:49:05 GMT -5
last year, such a crazy thing. not one pocket dollar, not a single dime. almost every friend left, justified, sick, tired. shit, got tired of trying.
once had noble profession, neglectfully broken, pre-programmed self-destruct. all you want, taken away. i ain't give a one f*ck, not my cup of tea.
then the prettiest damn girl a man had ever seen, lips pucckered at me. blown away, lost control. ain't even get one kiss,
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Apr 18, 2015 16:27:26 GMT -5
David and Goliath Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, ~1599 about a year before the Calling of Matthew Michelangelo Caravaggio, yes after his name sake, takes and twists perspective like no other. This mastery seems to have influenced Manet the most, who loved to make the viewer a participant of all sorts of debauchery. By 1599, David had been elevated from a symbol of Venice to that of greatest ideals of humanity. David, a boy, with the simplest of tools, a rock and a string, defeats a 'giant' who is presumed to represent the worst of humankind's aggression. Caravaggio turns the meme over, self-portrayed as the freshly defeated giant. Caravaggio seemingly understood much about himself, and did not hide it in his art. 7 years after this painting, he would kill a man in a dispute over a prostitute. It is believed the two men were dueling, Caravaggio won, pinning the rival with his sword. In a botched attempt to castrate the rival, he cut the man's femoral artery, killing him. David with the Head of Goliath ~1607 (the year after the duel)
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on May 1, 2015 14:41:36 GMT -5
I found a new religion; something I gotta believe. Rounded near decimal, edges to deduct.
Cracked reflections evident, vague hidden meaning within. Bleak, the sole alternative to blame my flaking skin.
Add it all together, what the f*ck does it mean.. when my faults and foolishness, are what damages me?
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Aug 7, 2015 19:30:32 GMT -5
I wonder if, you truly miss, thoughts wrote - to make you blush. Feelin' profound, hidden thinking, love-affection given freely.
Puckered lips, you twisted hips, scratched the surface of my meaning. Shared not of the vein, but the ether, an i de a, sensu-ality.
Not like those, who came before, teaching how we can love, instead both one. Intimate, special unifying.
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Oct 20, 2015 18:57:29 GMT -5
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Post by vincentaugustemanet on Mar 30, 2016 18:15:57 GMT -5
Shattered by your wobble wander. 'Hello,' blades of grass whistle in spring duet.
Side by side wander wonder if magnetism is real.
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