fog and filthy airsomeone once told me that it is
a symptom of mildew...
and unhygenic habits.
no, i made the latter up.
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DanesThey look in through our window And come in or pass byDanes
Some want our coffee, that’s our pride you see, They can sense it in the humidity, the sepia roast
Like a tropical storm Beads with the sweat on their faces And one and two and three cups are thrown To the bucket downstairs (which is heard but not seen) Only this hint (of sour) makes a rabbit twitch But our cows are fresh And our milk delish.
Yet others want the three day-old muffins Seasoned with mutated fruit The storm has hit their glands too Because they ooze an evil honey R
by ~inside-artaud
Pineby ~inside-artaud
Son of a PreacherSon of a PreacherSon of a Preacher
Nietzsche was thrown from his perch dashed to the earth like a mauled toy of fate shaking stubborn fists at the sky slashing existential wrists -bleeding life like a drip from art. He was no servant peering through glasses out grimey street windows that fourth story matchbox with Heshan-like curtains that fall like a mop on lint-covered carpet. His hand to the pane, a flicker of lashes watching the ebb and the flow of the
peak hour masses: bright daubs of rouge on rain-drizzled pavement, here flo
by ~inside-artaud
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ConnectingConnecting... There’s static in the line and if you could hear me I\'d tell you I\'m fine but I’m not.Connecting
Connecting... I taped up my heart the label declared \'fragile\', I scribbled a card. left it on top of the fridge on the way to the party.
Connecting... Text appeal and fragments of a real conversation, and this poetry [or lack there of] to impress you. I just can\'t be myself.
Connecting... And this cliché of a crowded room too scared to talk to you A mash of jelly quivering in the corner.
by ~mcivercork
HelenHelenHelen
We used to joke about Helen and
the boys from Troy who fought a war for her beauty
stupidity
[I never told you this, but you always looked like a Helen to me]
then one day like duckling turned swan you gazed in the pond, flapped your wings, and were gone. I, shuffled my feet, stiffened my gaze and tried to hold on. [a shimmer] a distant blur...
so I remembered us the way we were. A goddess and a mortal boy, arguing about the fall of Troy.
by ~mcivercork
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
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there is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
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there is so much beauty around me, sometimes I feel my heart fill up like a balloon, waiting to burst...
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
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A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
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