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Post by littleskinny on Dec 15, 2004 19:08:38 GMT -5
My overwhelming desire to hibernate....
Sleep calls from piles of harried leaves from mud clods and molehills.
Sleep calls from the stained and threadbare carriage seat from the toupee on the old man's head.
Sleep calls from every piece of fluff on every stranger's coat, from the feathers on forlorn and exiled pigeons.
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Dec 21, 2004 15:36:43 GMT -5
Dire... consequences, cover me like sequnce... drunken fogg engulfs the eyes & mind... side stepped space n' time... only to dwell on high, red blossom held in palm sparks bleed fromout left eye to flitter off disapearing into the sky...
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 18:58:40 GMT -5
Little sips of venom, Hush now it’s time for Slumber and lucid dreams Of finer worlds
Denied, the sleep of innocence For maturity has a charge No one chooses For you anymore
Like a slinky Dropped from on high By malicious handed child Good a few times
Then all becomes One unfathomable knot Of complications Kaput ~ fit only now for garbage
Q
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Post by Kitten on Dec 22, 2004 15:20:54 GMT -5
Our mother spilled gasoline, the ocean caught on fire, toes lost grip, slipped, and you fell down, but the mutt fished you out along with runny mermaids.
Slightly blistered, but still wheezing, we welcomed you with painted smiles.
Then we hugged, but you coughed us out.
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Post by Aish on Dec 22, 2004 15:24:57 GMT -5
YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEHHHHAAAWWWWWWWWWW Don't know why for sure, but I love your addition, Sasha! Damn.
*grumbles*
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Dec 29, 2004 11:35:15 GMT -5
I saw spots looked at my face in the mirror stuck out my tongue it was green with red poka-dotts I've been speaking through my nose the past 72hours breathing half breaths gasping... sinus medicine, lagging...
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Post by littleskinny on Jan 2, 2005 16:49:35 GMT -5
Our mother spilled gasoline, the ocean caught on fire, toes lost grip, slipped, and you fell down, but the mutt fished you out along with runny mermaids. Slightly blistered, but still wheezing, we welcomed you with painted smiles. Then we hugged, but you coughed us out. Kitty that's a total gem...very Sylvia Plath...lovin it!
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Post by littleskinny on Jan 3, 2005 16:27:33 GMT -5
I need new words.
I remember when words like Zygote, like Amniotic, breathed life into my vocabulary.
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Post by littleskinny on Jan 3, 2005 16:28:29 GMT -5
Pewter, boar's head, grapes and splendour.
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Post by Kitten on Jan 3, 2005 16:33:19 GMT -5
I need new words. I remember when words like Zygote, like Amniotic, breathed life into my vocabulary. This made me chuckle!
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jan 5, 2005 18:38:11 GMT -5
catering whores ;D
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Post by Aish on Jan 6, 2005 17:04:38 GMT -5
were we but a dalliance, this plane, ingrained
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jan 10, 2005 14:01:42 GMT -5
...each time I entered the room the rules of reallity completely changed from the previous, all the inanimate objects were obeyed as if gods, the ceiling would disapear or turn to ether or glass, the sky swarming with ferocious birds... hudling in the corner, my brother beneath the bed, telivision spouting the most bizzarrly incoherent images... I should never have broke into this house...
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Post by littleskinny on Jan 10, 2005 15:38:08 GMT -5
when you pay me as much as you pay your therapist, then I'll weep for you.
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Post by littleskinny on Jan 10, 2005 15:42:41 GMT -5
This suffering is not a commodity, to be consumed on a whim, at your command. This drop is a tidal wave in your secularism, but a ripple on the ocean of my experience, and it is a preserve of yours alone. Do not dictate that this mishap in humanity is worth one tear, or ten, or a whine, or the bottom of a bottle. I retain the right to choose. Shared suffering is a democracy and I will exercise this right. Trespassers in my arctic will be prosecuted on the borders, while inside temperance may be considered a warming virtue.
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