hmi'm tired of the silence.
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CitiesWe've reached a strange part of our city, Look the other way, children. Here the streets never end, but wind through dim alleyways littered with rotten scraps, crumpled wrappings, a stained mattress Here a child cries out for human touch, for life-giving contactCities
And people scurry by, eyes straight ahead, from one dot on a map to another The geometry of "and then, and then, and then…" Since the inception of cities, since their foundation was torn out of the earth and concrete was poured in and steel structures rose and rose and rose and smoke filled the sky and people filled the concr
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Crawling Point.Strange to think thatCrawling Point.
when I've been struck down to the crawling point my broken body atrophied and hopeless death brushing cool fingers over my cheek you:
whose breath animates bones into armies whose word births galaxies, whose hands shaped history, you:
reach out and draw my backbone up, straighten my shoulders enter my veins, give me strength. and you shine so brightly that there is no night.
and you are so sustaining that
there is no thirst. and you are so beautiful that
I want nothing else.
by ~ihaveeatentheplums
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
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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
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- Favourite movie: Once Upon a Time in the West. for now. it is amazin
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- Favourite genre of music: alternative punk bluegrass.
- Favourite artist: mhm
- Favourite poet or writer: emily dickinson and ray bradbury probably
- Favourite photographer: um? they have names? only joking! sorry
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- Operating System: appleish
- MP3 player of choice: Sansa Sandisk... e250 or something.
- Shell of choice: snail shell :)
- Skin of choice: the skin of my enemies
- Favourite game: .....pokemon dude. the old gameboy color ones
- Favourite gaming platform: the gameboy man
- Favourite cartoon character: oooooo ooooooooo... probably wilt. on fosters home for imaginary friends
- Personal Quote: i'm not the brightest crayon in the box. I'm the one that got stuck in the pencil sharpen
- Tools of the Trade: sledgehammer. crochet needles.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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i can kill you with my brain.
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i can kill you with my brain.
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She speaks in third person so she can forget that she's me
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i can kill you with my brain.
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She speaks in third person so she can forget that she's me
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i can kill you with my brain.
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She speaks in third person so she can forget that she's me
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i can kill you with my brain.
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