they aren't interesting but it gives me something new to look at


what you don't know can killOnce I met a theatre tech She worked the lights for all the shows She used to sit backstagewhat you don't know can kill
And drops tears on the soundboards and her hands would shake.
She wasn't sure she wanted to be onstage she didn't think she could act or sing and directing meant too much control and music meant nothing to her because her cilia were all flattened.
she couldn't tell me what she wanted she only knew that there was a death, a silence, an inexpressible pain and she could find no purpose for herself.
She would speak to no one but me.
One day she


ConcreteWhat is truth? Truth is eyes shining with tears, the icy grip of realization, an old man exhaling once and never again, the kitten on the side of the road in a pool of blood, a hand on the doorknob as he says I never loved you/I don't anymore/Sorry what's your name again doll?Concrete
What is intuition? It is "I know what you are thinking" it is "No one knows what I am thinking" it is "I'm different" it is "We're all the same" it is "How can two opposite things be true at the same time" it is "They can't, I promise, now touch me again because at least that feels good."
What is identity? It is yeah I ten


AndromedaFate isn't kind, you don't complain. And now the sea is lapping at your feet White legs both wrapped in chain.Andromeda
You're numb, you cannot feel the rain That tastes like bitter sleet. Fate isn't kind, you don't complain.
You don't know what they had to gain By punishing, by your defeat White legs both wrapped in chain.
And you remember every pain From everyone you ever meet
Fate isn't kind, you don't complain.
Your trust so easy to attain You melt when you feel anger's heat White legs both wrapped in chain.
Will your blood
id
Squid.

Runaway.( A p r i l )Runaway.
Shes running on devil wings and angel feet, leaving nothing but skid marks on her hell bent way out of town. She swears she has a wanderlust heart and there never was anything heavy enough in this town to anchor her to reality.
( J u n e )
The road is a tar-dark, unforgiving lover, but she has somehow fallen into lust with the way the black smears against the calloused palms of her hands and how when she falls asleep she doesnt see anything but flashing headlights and doesnt smell anything but exhaust. &nbs

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brosandi, hendumst i hringi holdumst i hendur
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rage, rage against the dying of the light
(A Clockwork Orange is one of my favorite novels of all time.
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brosandi, hendumst i hringi holdumst i hendur
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rage, rage against the dying of the light
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O:i wanna date you..i want to see you happy and i know that i can make you smile and be happy..
<E:still smilin.
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rage, rage against the dying of the light
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