I guess this is a writers block. I guess this is the flip side of a block. I feel like a king, with nothing to rule. I feel like a daisy without any soil. I feel like a hawk without just three blind mice. I am a starving dynasty. I am a craving fancy. I am two left feet. I am the fattest ass on...
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This is a relic, and flawed...I have not edited anything...but i think it fits the falling of mother's day...so please enjoy my archive....
The basement stairs wrinkled with pressure under the sprints of twenty years cast upon them as I stepped past the doorway to answer the things I had never answered. Would this be my last look, seriously would this be the last time...
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The basement stairs wrinkled with pressure under the sprints of twenty years cast upon them as I stepped past the doorway to answer the things I had never answered. Would this be my last look, seriously would this be the last time...
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eccentric:
It is cliche of me to say this because it is said far to often with far to little real intention, but your writing here is beautiful. editing would make it better i'm sure, but i like flaw, i've always been one more into the jagged then the smooth alone. maybe i'm a pessimist...maybe i'm just an optimist with an open mind waiting for others to notice the clorox and lead floating in the half full glass.
Is it vastly different to think, that a man has a shot, with all the dreams that circle in the quiet pondering manic moments, is it fare, yes fare to think that I might be able to sling the guns of movie making magic, the grand west abridged by alchemy and fancy footwork, dancing , two step, tip toed, I dont care, just the desert...
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abyssia:
"tis an ill wind that blows no minds." ~R.A.W.
xip:
well fuckin written
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I have a friend who swears he is bob marley reincarnated...me...gram parsons, but extra thirsty for water.
I am in love
With slow drawl whiskey
Afternoon cantankerous
Western
Movie screen revolvers
Steel six feet
Under bullett pacifier
Guitar strings
But I dont know
Many
Cigarette fences
Or horses
Setting hooves
To a downward doggone
Sunset
Bonny
If only mountains
Knew
That I knew
The desert...
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xip:
You have a poetic style that I don't see often and that's a compliment.
I WOULD -NEVER- BE YOKO, I consider her to have been a freeloader on a freethinker.
I would've been the girl Lennon cheated on Yoko with, some random dippy starstruck 16 year old in the back of a marijuana-hazed VW bus after a concert and without a condom
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I WOULD -NEVER- BE YOKO, I consider her to have been a freeloader on a freethinker.
I would've been the girl Lennon cheated on Yoko with, some random dippy starstruck 16 year old in the back of a marijuana-hazed VW bus after a concert and without a condom
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johnsonboy:
The truth is, as we all know, there's nothing quite as satisfying as a healthy one. that's why they call it a healthy one. Let's arm-wrestle sometime.
As I lay next to her, all I could see was her little birth mark, a stuttering brown smudge on the white rolling apathy. Rose petal nipples and maple syrup lying eyes, would a man need more. Would a man need more, than to love an orchid for the science of pilfering the fertile stench of Pandora wetting to taste a chalice, an orgy of...
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xip:
That was the most sensually engaging prose I have EVER read.
Thank you for your advice and I quite agree...anything, everything, just DO it. Don't leave this world a fucking empty vessel, leave it screaming and bleeding with your weapon of choice in yo hand.
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Thank you for your advice and I quite agree...anything, everything, just DO it. Don't leave this world a fucking empty vessel, leave it screaming and bleeding with your weapon of choice in yo hand.
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jakesattic:
Doin alright, I can't believe it snowed today, weird. Other than that just truckin, maybe next week or the week after well grab a beer, schedule is insane at the moment. Peace.
Some words are booby trapped
My case
A point
Like the Oceanside
Sung to me
Reminiscent
Of concrete epiphany
Wasted on glory
And transcendental jiffy pop
Marijuana
Possibly as sublime
As reference can be
To anything other than love
Sung to me
Karl Jung
My case
A point
Like the Oceanside
Sung to me
Reminiscent
Of concrete epiphany
Wasted on glory
And transcendental jiffy pop
Marijuana
Possibly as sublime
As reference can be
To anything other than love
Sung to me
Karl Jung
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Merry 420mas!
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jakesattic:
hey man hows things?
biomimics
How would it feel
To be injected with ice
Once
A year
Pissed off
That is the only
Thought
Fuck
Frozen reality
Raster
Thinking
Continually
Because of breathing
Seconds
More imported
Time
Restrained
Active brain
Waving
In parades
Of homes
Sherlock
Hemlock
Nightshade
Wood
Is the mantle
Dead life all around
Perpetually antler heroic
I make my life
On wood
Backed
Slaves
Sung to...
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How would it feel
To be injected with ice
Once
A year
Pissed off
That is the only
Thought
Fuck
Frozen reality
Raster
Thinking
Continually
Because of breathing
Seconds
More imported
Time
Restrained
Active brain
Waving
In parades
Of homes
Sherlock
Hemlock
Nightshade
Wood
Is the mantle
Dead life all around
Perpetually antler heroic
I make my life
On wood
Backed
Slaves
Sung to...
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xip:
EVERYTHING you SAY is FREE ASSOCIATION, isn't it?
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Exorcism
Is it me
Or does a womans body point
To her
Vagina
With every effort of her hips
To round the eye
Upon a fixed point
Star
In the summer sky
Or the gentleness of a lamb
Tip toeing through sweet meadow
Valkyries
War
Amputated tomato soup
Bleeding
Road construction fatalities
If only for a brief eyelash flicker
To heal
To rebuild
To become...
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hellsforheroes:
such a wonderful piece of lit-up aperture deserves a comment
get the cat a tonic...kid...I love depression...my very best friend...my sweetest huggy of a bear...oh...if a certain person is so inclined to describe me with one word, go for it...if others want to...It really doesn't matter either, do as you please world... the strays that pass as angels in the night, or dudes...like one...yup..oh-k here's something to nibble on, chew if you like...lick it...doesn't bother...
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jakesattic:
your awake? call me 6128509472
jakesattic:
Yo, just read,
I have a cig staring me in the face, but yet I think about your writing. I think she's worht it, give it a shot.
I have a cig staring me in the face, but yet I think about your writing. I think she's worht it, give it a shot.
I am so wanting to be a full time nudist..seriously..a free love nudist, or a monk, either or.....get off the juice kid...just say no to citrus..are you serious, no citrus, idiot.....
I feel like a horses ass
Tying knots with my cornea
In the lousy attempt at ventricle backstroke
Sunken like a rope bound navy
Seal
Stabbed past cotton
With a wedding gift steak knife...
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I feel like a horses ass
Tying knots with my cornea
In the lousy attempt at ventricle backstroke
Sunken like a rope bound navy
Seal
Stabbed past cotton
With a wedding gift steak knife...
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xip:
Sounds like Beck. On my road trip we actually passed a sign that said "Bat Cave." We could've gone to visit it, but were afraid of what may happen if it turned out that Val Kilmer was in there. 
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does that help at all?