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Inhale and ExhaleInhale and ExhaleInhale and Exhale
conviction or question absolute or relative abstract or concrete philosophy or consolation black or with cream and sugar stars or suburbs relief or release idealism or pragmatism genuine or practiced halo or horns blood or water 9 am to 5 pm compromise or collapse clench or relax physical or emotional advance or follow isolate or include tact or brutal honesty confession or conversation inhale and exhale subtle or blunt cure or placebo salvation or death ego or insecure
by ~thewinglessme
Raspberry ChantilliesRaspberry ChantilliesRaspberry Chantillies
The tap is dripping, each drop beating the titanium sink like a metronome, sliding around the carrot peelings and down the drain. Along the curve of my spine,pasted to the flannel sheets and the large ottoman. I am drowning in it's warmth, melting beneath the cushions before a symphony of court tv and the clock alarm on the coffee table. 4:34 pm. Formless and viscous, percolating on the rug below.
It is imprinted with the cave of lasceaux, absorbing me as a sponge, saturating me in bloated buffaloes in their throes of death, trailing the tribal spears behind them and bellowing
by ~thewinglessme
UndertowUndertowUndertow
Salt crusted her eyelids, filmed in pools by the brown iris carved in almond. The coastal sand relentless on her sunburned shoulders. The Galveston waves roared in from distant white-capped peaks to churning foam on the beach, washing over the pitted surface and pulling bits of shellfish and litter to it's depths. As each wave would subside and uproot the gurgling brown loess, it would drag the hem of her gown with it, her ankle already wrapped in weed.
The constant waves had aged the piano bench, its black lacquer flaked and washed away at the edges. B
by ~thewinglessme
A PeachA PeachA Peach
A globe of sweat trickled down the nape of his neck, unshaven in days and turned a leathery texture by the texan summer. John rubbed the crumbs of dirt from his twisted lip with a sleeve of plaid, made his usual rounds on the corner of Pearl St. & West selling roses at each red light. On occasion his sneakers would snag in the broken concrete, the minerals spilled before a burning sun. As the afternoon crept by the weeds which grew in the crevices withered and died away. The roses held their lustre, a fragile oragami in transparent plasic.
A sea of cars piled
by ~thewinglessme
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- Current Residence: wherever my feet take me
- Interests: ddr, anime/manga, sushi, gaming
- Favourite movie: run lola run (lola rennt), Battle Royale
- Favourite band or musician: songof the day: 'Yuuwaku' - Glay
- Favourite genre of music: jrock, jpop, tru techno, industrial,alt.
- Favourite artist: minuette rai (laura)
- Favourite poet or writer: kenzaburo oe
- Favourite photographer: shu akashi
- Favourite style of art: the art kind
- Operating System: win xp
- MP3 player of choice: riovolt mp3/cd ver.1.0 (hugz it close)
- Shell of choice: conch
- Wallpaper of choice: some anime girl
- Skin of choice: -.-
- Favourite game: ddr, earthbound
- Favourite gaming platform: dreamcast and playstation 2
- Favourite cartoon character: gir, ddr's baby-lon, invader zim,parappa
- Tools of the Trade: choppa 4??
- AIM: icanlearnit
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swizzle sticks
paper
cup lids
markers
straws
ham and cheese sandwiches.
*huh*
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drat.
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