i am unsure where to go from here.
maybe i will leave it at that.
xo;


thus named Diomedesa sea she rages when eyes are closed against the warm summer sunthus named Diomedes
somewhere between arteries and muscle fibres there is an army that bides its time
she wraps her winter coat [delicately] around tender shoulders and sounds gutteral
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heart linesthere are love hearts coming from the phone line anatomical and perfect squeezing through the tiny holes your voice used to fit through.heart lines
we don't belong here anymore the black lines have turfed us out; thrown our limpid bodies into scattered air waves
i still keep the phone off the hook, after the last time you hung up, hoping that maybe you will pick up the handset again to speak to me. and i will be there; waiting.
or perhaps,
you do not trust phone lines anymore.
so i turn my eyes to the sky &


Make Him Breathe- RevisedMAKE HIM BREATHEMake Him Breathe- Revised
One AM, New Years Eve. I should be out drinking, getting high playing the role of a normal teenager. But Im in bed, listening to the incessant thump of neighbours music drift and bite at my nerves so much for trying to switch off. The kids next door are always noisy, the kind that are boisterous, and borderline dangerous. So I assume its them when the yelling begins. I cant distinguish actual words, but I recognize the tone of voice; frantic.
I roll over, unwilling to let the sound get to me anyway, it sounds no different to their usual antics. I do


Humanity's shepherdToday I saw everything new, clean. The clouds in the sky had been painted, stroke by stroke, by a realist, the sun by a cruel expressionist; a sick blinding joke. Even my breakfast spoon seemed smoother, softer. It was in that definitive moment, that I felt the writhing feeling of a catalytic knife pierce the flesh of my now elastic skin. I was in agony, yet I remained a monumental craft-work of marbled stone as the tuner within the cells of my membrane twisted left, right and back again, ordering my senses to sharpen, blur, soften, crease.Humanity's shepherd
Am I crazy or am I the Christopher Columbus of social realism; finding t
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real athletes row, others just play games !
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I'm so goth, I have a fishnet umbrella.
Still will put pink wig in front of wang and take photo for sex.
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thegreatMr5
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"After a creation of any kind, you should grow in your understanding." - David Lacey
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Imagine....whatever!!!! Everything by chance^^
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beautiful work!
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*** nature is everything ***
sorry for the so so late response & thank you very much!
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MKAtatürk
becky
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