| A thousand words can paint a picture... |


The Distance...The sweet smelling flowerThe Distance...
That enraptures the very centre of thine fine visage, Is none other than the crown That slumbers softly over each fragrent, Fragmented utterance, Individually encapsulating your cloud defeating,
Borderless glow. Rending and repairing in as many sylables.
Azure breathless perfection, In singular Could steal your gaze for a lifetime, In Parralel You are destroyed and eternity is shortened to a heartbeat, Threatening to puncture the chest of all who travel these deep waters.
Temples of folded delight record all memories t


DivinationIn reds and greys the world was colored, an eclectic expressionist slash of art that defied most modern conventions. Wild and wanton and avant-garde, the pretty-skinned flock of glittering girls exhumed from Forgotten a story:Divination
Heaven was once a pile of faded lace and paper flowers. It was a misty, velvet expanse clothed in candle wax and brass. In that place, he was the shard of a shattered star. With ice in his eyes and a Dali smile, he took me by the hand and hid his heart of darkness
The riotous white yawn of winter passed with a violent exhalation, he said, And in its wake the silence came
| A thousand words can paint a picture... |
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10, 9, 8 and I'm breaking away. I'm all dressed up and ready to play.
You need my plasma more than I do
x
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- best to keep things on the shallow end,
because i never quite learned how to swim . . .
ɑ ɨ ɣ ɾ ɛ
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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i knew you were dead when you opened your eyes.
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let's trade
an eye for an eye,
a laugh for a laugh,
a truth for a truth.
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