

An untitled peace offering1. He tells herAn untitled peace offering
She tells him:
I love you like the wind does the vertebra of a whale washed up on a grey pebble lakeshore in a thunderstorm.
He tells her:
There are no whales in lakes.
2.
That's just how he is. How he always has been. A man, a boy, who has the most intense desire to believe but the inability to grasp the abstract. She has the opposite problem. They do well together. She looks at him now and it's like running her palm over a sunbathed banister: the way he is frowning into nothi


Your Magdalene HairYou're like a hose with a thumb over it: Spitting syllablesYour Magdalene Hair
out of your
copper
ring
mouth
Which slurp over
sullen dirt clumps And convince them
to loosen;
Which are
gulped
greedily By gnarled
old man finger
roots;
Which
wash
clean my rosebud toes
That you will later dry
With your
spiders' silk Magdalene hair


He Tells HerShe tells him:He Tells Her
I love you like the wind does the vertebra of a whale washed up on a grey pebble lakeshore in a thunderstorm.
He tells her:
There are no whales in lakes.


The Fourth Wise ManYou heard it wrong:The Fourth Wise Man
Four wise men followed the star, carrying frankincense, gold, and myrrh, and a beginner's guide to establishing peace on earth.
The fourth wise man thought,
optimistically, "Fuck it,"
and fell in the sea of Gallilee, where it was warm, and where it was pleasant, where it was wet and weird fishes nibbled his toes, and where he could not swim carrying a beginner's guide to establishing peace on earth.
So they both sank.
Devious Comments
Love
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bO.
"Et dans le clair de lune il la vit...
a girl named bO."
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. . . in the bed
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thanks for the watch
I really enjoy it
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sorry for my English, I'm French ^^
Born with a creative soul and two left hands...
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I try to keep the darkness away, but sometimes I lack the strength and it enslaves me.
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- We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold. -
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Marionnette Cassée
</3 And some day when I start to matter please just let me know..
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Yo.
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I WANT TO RIDE MY BI-CY-CLE
I WANT TO RIDE MY BIIIIIKE
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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I don't suffer from insanity-I love every minute of it!
Rather intresting blog:
[link]
290 'faith in humanity' points remaining out of 360
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HAY! U! GIT OF OF MY CLOWD!
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I don't suffer from insanity-I love every minute of it!
Rather intresting blog:
[link]
290 'faith in humanity' points remaining out of 360
--
HAY! U! GIT OF OF MY CLOWD!
--
I don't suffer from insanity-I love every minute of it!
Rather intresting blog:
[link]
290 'faith in humanity' points remaining out of 360
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