kickinglovers

I live my life in coloured day dots. Fresh meat three days. I know who I am, where I am, whom I'm talking to by the colours on the box; red saturday. Like some surface meaning pronounced by colour - defined by shade. The texture of each day ranges from moderatly stimulating to down right dull most of the time.
The quips are short, responses...
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Here is the time for the sayable, here is its homeland.
Speak and bear witness. More than ever
the Thing that we might experience are vanashing, for
what crowds them out and replaces them is an imageless act.
An act under a shell, which easily cracks open as soon as
then business inside outgrows it and seeks new limits.
Between the hammers our heart endures,...
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We peel our sexualities like mandarin skin at breakfast. Changing our faces to suit the places we rest.
I'm through with the masks, they jus hurt my ears, seeing you just brought me to tears.
I cried and I cried till my face lost feeling,
till I felt my veins stop bleeding.
Only the tears were so see-through, like my face when I met you....
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The silence keeps my heart close and my feeling shit closer.




The cat with the lump on its back... which was very cute until the huge growth was noticed- has jus walked passed on the ground below. it's sat there now like its waiting for something.. hmm

my outfit is shit- as predicted. we can but hope the day goes a little better than last...
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look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future grows any smaller . . . . Superabundant being wells up in my heart


How important is sex?
Does it define the type of person you are?



~Today, I arranged two tubs of little coloured flags (blue, pink, red, yellow, green and brown) from the curry club night into piles of colours, obviously leveling them...
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Centre of all centres, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed and growing sweet --
all this universe, to the furthest stars
and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,...
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We bare the writing of days and months upon our skin.
Scipture and device; carved for all to see.
The heavy loading left out feet tired, our backs bent.
Exhaustion kept us going.
The road behind us was far and wide,
each gale of wind blew our tracks from sight,
we had no choice.
We left our routes, walked for their purpose.
We felt each...
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A vision of Love wearing boxing gloves and singing hearts and flowers.
A girl strides beside the image, wearing riding boots and sunglasses.

She stamps, she rides the moment.
She stole my ticking heart.
A bomb ready to explode with the slightest expose.

And she stole yours.
A thousand eyes smoulder with jealousy.

I dress my face in stone.
We can't go back.

I'm so fucking sick of worrying about all of these things. Money. How did I get into such bad debt. Why can't I seem to ever dig myself out. I'm considering whoring myself, trouble is there are no known suckers in this town who would pay for my body. Probably a good thing. My sexual insecurities wouldn't go down (pun not intended) so well. The...
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Let me in your arms to feel.


I'm a jerk. Compelled by the mortality of impulse behaviour. I am spinning on the point of wanking jerkness; and not in a sexual sense. I jus feel like my behaviour is pointless right now. I am angry with people who have done nothing towards me. My heart is beating in an awkward metre of lifeless rhythm. I...
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