intercessor
Old songs and worn motives, gravity seems like the only mantra, the weight of the world answering it all again and again. The sky yawns a slow crawling blue, and the negative space that shines between the sweep of leaves and branches seems to flash out messages in the breech. Maybe names or directions, maybe the map or the treasure always longed for but...
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Old songs and worn motives, gravity seems like the only mantra, the weight of the world answering it all again and again. The sky yawns a slow crawling blue, and the negative space that shines between the sweep of leaves and branches seems to flash out messages in the breech. Maybe names or directions, maybe the map or the treasure always longed for but...
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lay another chain
Is this song story enough to sustain the heat as it leaves you? The hard stare blurs and your head won't lift off the curb. Warm, then cold, then warm again. The depths of the heat on the cold hard pavement beneath you, scattered brass and sticky blood, and that sound of sirens weeping. What will you build out of this spray...
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Is this song story enough to sustain the heat as it leaves you? The hard stare blurs and your head won't lift off the curb. Warm, then cold, then warm again. The depths of the heat on the cold hard pavement beneath you, scattered brass and sticky blood, and that sound of sirens weeping. What will you build out of this spray...
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the sky is falling
The heat sinks into the street, radiant energy captured by the dark tar-macadam as everything begins to swelter. The damp draping of some thin t-shirt, the exhausted seething of bare flesh. Truck rumble by on swollen liquid tires, and it is vapor trails and angels, wheels and exhalation everywhere you watch. And the girl with the coffee colored eyes weeps between...
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The heat sinks into the street, radiant energy captured by the dark tar-macadam as everything begins to swelter. The damp draping of some thin t-shirt, the exhausted seething of bare flesh. Truck rumble by on swollen liquid tires, and it is vapor trails and angels, wheels and exhalation everywhere you watch. And the girl with the coffee colored eyes weeps between...
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viking:
What?
viking:
I see! Well I quite like the rain. 
the stalker
It is the hunger best whetted by distance, the ache that bleeds into myth and archetype. You imbue these planes of weather and light, you wear the bombardment of these particles, you more than shine: you radiate. This is not the truth, but the observation, as much about this location as it is about the moments that you wore. I place my eyes...
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It is the hunger best whetted by distance, the ache that bleeds into myth and archetype. You imbue these planes of weather and light, you wear the bombardment of these particles, you more than shine: you radiate. This is not the truth, but the observation, as much about this location as it is about the moments that you wore. I place my eyes...
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anima
When I close my eyes, what fevers may find me? When I fall asleep, what miasmas will I breed? Sickness descends, like all the crows coming home to roost, like the golden parachute of these wages of sin. Brutal fabrications and moments of untarnished delight meld in confusion and clarity. The complications of this lapse into synesthesia, all dissolve upon waking. No memory, no...
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When I close my eyes, what fevers may find me? When I fall asleep, what miasmas will I breed? Sickness descends, like all the crows coming home to roost, like the golden parachute of these wages of sin. Brutal fabrications and moments of untarnished delight meld in confusion and clarity. The complications of this lapse into synesthesia, all dissolve upon waking. No memory, no...
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solitaire
The sounds are few and repetitive: the blather of the television, the whirr of the fan blades, the riffle of the crisp deck of cards amid a clean shuffle. The cards are laid out in that same old array. One, then two, then three, and four. Seven piles, adding one per rightward progression. The top card in each pile dealt face up, all the...
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The sounds are few and repetitive: the blather of the television, the whirr of the fan blades, the riffle of the crisp deck of cards amid a clean shuffle. The cards are laid out in that same old array. One, then two, then three, and four. Seven piles, adding one per rightward progression. The top card in each pile dealt face up, all the...
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blameless blue
It feels as if I missed the fever, still flush with the season's heat. The evening chokes past, the sheen of sweat caught in the blameless blue of the muttering television. Everything lit for a reason, everything burnt down to its resident ash.
The shadows clot the doorway, the shadows paint the walls. Night crawls in on all fours, the bitter dregs at...
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It feels as if I missed the fever, still flush with the season's heat. The evening chokes past, the sheen of sweat caught in the blameless blue of the muttering television. Everything lit for a reason, everything burnt down to its resident ash.
The shadows clot the doorway, the shadows paint the walls. Night crawls in on all fours, the bitter dregs at...
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Jupiter in opposition
The whispered phrase, the bitterest rival now immolated for a moment, lost in the tide of stars. Heavy you hold court, massive and trapped always before ignition. How close you came to burning, how stolid settles your crown. Swarmed with frozen followers, you wear this crowd like robes, like the birthright of the made up ruler we gave you for a name....
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The whispered phrase, the bitterest rival now immolated for a moment, lost in the tide of stars. Heavy you hold court, massive and trapped always before ignition. How close you came to burning, how stolid settles your crown. Swarmed with frozen followers, you wear this crowd like robes, like the birthright of the made up ruler we gave you for a name....
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erinya:
you are a man...you look better when you get older..more attractive...but for a woman is different..
I am the ruined road, I am the murder ballad. Too many years spent living in other people's worst moments, their traumas and trials, their bleak despairing almost endings. Too much time spent trying to reverse the inevitable, talking the early enders out of their early adoptions, moving that brutal edge back with slow persuasion and impromptu wrestling matches. Meeting me on the job use...
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the short form
I am failing, the words are falling, the dull report of spent brass on the gutter, the tailings of smoke that follow the blaze of a star as it falls. I clear my throat, I try to speak, but all the things I have ever said have dwindled to so much exhaust, and all the things I want to say seem too...
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I am failing, the words are falling, the dull report of spent brass on the gutter, the tailings of smoke that follow the blaze of a star as it falls. I clear my throat, I try to speak, but all the things I have ever said have dwindled to so much exhaust, and all the things I want to say seem too...
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nahp:
hey sweety thank you for the love on my set Sun Flares i really love that you like it!!! 
lapsed love letter
There is this cracked foundation, these fissures reaching out through the firmament into the stony soil below. There are the dusty limbs and the rancid sweat, the broken vessel and the strummed guitar. There is the ache that radiates from all this naked beauty, the blessing of distance and numbing of want. Moths and mosquitos beat at the screen door, orbiting the...
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There is this cracked foundation, these fissures reaching out through the firmament into the stony soil below. There are the dusty limbs and the rancid sweat, the broken vessel and the strummed guitar. There is the ache that radiates from all this naked beauty, the blessing of distance and numbing of want. Moths and mosquitos beat at the screen door, orbiting the...
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You break the pane in a sheen of sweat, in a halo the color of distant sound. You radiate across all points of the plane, every angle blunt wonder. Each glimpse hunger and desire and loss rolled into a timeless patois, whispering in the ears of would be lovers, arguing towards that one mild bite of the forbidden. Every sight another shameless song, all those...
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