For VS:
I'm unaccustomed to prayer, but for you I would pray the universe to sleep. For you I'd pray my existence your dream, your whim, your fantasy. I would gladly disappear every morning to let you wake the world. And every night I would wait at your gates and add each of your returns to my bottomless heart.
This world is senseless alone; I...
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I'm unaccustomed to prayer, but for you I would pray the universe to sleep. For you I'd pray my existence your dream, your whim, your fantasy. I would gladly disappear every morning to let you wake the world. And every night I would wait at your gates and add each of your returns to my bottomless heart.
This world is senseless alone; I...
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A thousand beggings behind, a hundred apologies sincere. Please pardon our step, I am just a busybee among flowers. This is what I've been doing these past many moons.
<-- for affect.
Have you ever noticed that as a thing becomes more comfortable, it also becomes more potentially alienating? Take love, for example. You can turn to mush and hardly notice a thing, but those...
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<-- for affect.Have you ever noticed that as a thing becomes more comfortable, it also becomes more potentially alienating? Take love, for example. You can turn to mush and hardly notice a thing, but those...
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I am besot by the lingering passing of an indestructible feeling.
I have this infatuation with transience. For about as long as I can remember thinking in any type of structured way, I've always been fascinated by the inevitable relinquishing displayed by all things in succumbing to that oft feared Thing-To-Be, that entrenched flow of time whose tides strip the surface of everything they touch,...
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I have this infatuation with transience. For about as long as I can remember thinking in any type of structured way, I've always been fascinated by the inevitable relinquishing displayed by all things in succumbing to that oft feared Thing-To-Be, that entrenched flow of time whose tides strip the surface of everything they touch,...
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Hrmmm... sorry 'bout that. Twas drunk and lonely. However, beautiful sunrise this morning informs me prospects of the new year are bright and shiny. Today I am feeling I Ching.
Who bares their heart in this world? What kind of a person walks around with their heart on their sleeve? Tonight I feel I have nothing to offer anyone. Not even bright words to console myself with. Words which are written but will never be read. Words I offer to the night, in the language of dreams. Words flung off by the smallest jostles of...
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Hrmmm...
It's funny how when someone close to you suddenly dissipates from your life, when you lose that familiar, reinforcing interaction, only then do you fully realize the extent of the peculiarities of skew that this person had thrown on your perspective. As the vitality begins to drain out of that strange, sublimated concoction we call a relationship, it fades and crinkles until it becomes...
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It's funny how when someone close to you suddenly dissipates from your life, when you lose that familiar, reinforcing interaction, only then do you fully realize the extent of the peculiarities of skew that this person had thrown on your perspective. As the vitality begins to drain out of that strange, sublimated concoction we call a relationship, it fades and crinkles until it becomes...
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Whelp, I'm still here in name, but a bit too jumbled around to be anything besides at the moment. I've been plunged back into familiar surroundings, but (as always) the circumstances are different; what's old is new, what's new seems just a hidden redundancy to be puzzled out. I think I must be a drifter at heart, as I've never been found to tie myself...
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For years I've swept up the ashen fragments lying in the basement of my head and tediously attempted to pin down the many thoughts and feelings swirling around inside me, the ones I've never been able to vocalize in any other way, then dust them off a bit and prop them here inside what seems to me a relatively pleasing aesthetic - my approval being...
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Sorry about the absenteeism... duty calls: one month mind-fuckingly hard work, one month mind-numbingly hard drinkin' n carousin', and this one trekking across and around this strangely large and largely strange country. And Canada. woot.
My brief hospitalization aside, it's been fun more or less through and through. My only gripe is that on this trip, which has a certain tacit flavor of the need...
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My brief hospitalization aside, it's been fun more or less through and through. My only gripe is that on this trip, which has a certain tacit flavor of the need...
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Sometimes I look around at all the invariant variousness around me, the thoughtless or heartfelt bounds and guises lapping in at me, the countless quirks and billionfold trusses of emotion and thought. I consider this wandering contortionist of life, watch her strut about in a humble costume of monotony until she flexes her wild abandon out and flashes like little jeweled fishies struck by the...
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157 hours to deadline. A crawling sense to doom is unhinging at the depths of my consciousness. I wade waist deep through a sea of discarded coffee cups, processed food wrappers and the scattered fragments of once proud scientific literature. I must keep racing blisteringly towards that faint hope that is yet only a pinprick on the dark horizon.
Prolly I should try to sleep...
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Prolly I should try to sleep...
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Tonight I was walking around alone, drunk, lost, confused and feeling a real bit of sorry, when a beatup camry drove by, its windows sealing it in from the cold, but not enough to resist the 100 decibels of this song ballasting brilliantly into space. I stopped in my tracks and followed that tune as it sang off into distant obscurity and all the hardness...
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