meow.


losing the art of...a wash in the ebb and flow.losing the art of...
such helplessness swept away- from a warm place i am falling further in- to a sea made full with salty tears.
a flash of anger quickly dampens a burnt out flame dispelled by the worry &nbs


beingbeingbeing
ruminations
secrete forth from my sun-cracked lips with out thought.
what is
second nature to me is like reading sanskrit runes to you.
if you
could read me at all.
i would
not be here in ruins.


illusionillusionillusion
we encounter each other, arms tangled and legs intertwined and bones
break skin to let the other in.
whispering soliloquies of estranged music we build our
walls, this time around not ourselves but of our being grown as one.
we plant these roots with looks instead of words and smiles in place of tears.
these bridges crossed come
to meet and we dance…
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Life is a bitch and the bitch hates me
See this funny thing: [link]
And the really interesting forum topic: [link]
why not?
OMG TRAITOR.
I never noticed that.
How crazy.....
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