11:16am
Worriedi am unsure where to go from here.
maybe i will leave it at that.
xo;
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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
&nb
by ~arc-de-triomphe
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 &
by ~arc-de-triomphe
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One AM, New Year’s Eve. I should be out drinking, getting high – playing the role of a normal teenager. But I’m in bed, listening to the incessant thump of neighbour’s 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 it’s them when the yelling begins. I can’t 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
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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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