Devious Journal Entryun-fucking-believable.
still no time for "draw more ass"
II. Liebe NainaLong walk in the dunes, miles of purple gold running out. Mouth dry, fatigue mounting.II. Liebe Naina
Liebe Naina, the sea paralyzes with deep shamanic beat, whispers in pearly Braile to those who will listen.
The sky shrivels into a peach-colored wall lit up with tea candle flickers of Buddhist temples.
Liebe Naina, there's no sand beneath the skin. Skin is everything, and there is nowhere to hide.
Ethereal chants curl elegantly, dissipate, leaving behind a faint exotic smell.
Liebe Naina, how you used to wait for me on the overpass in pink stockings. All milk, thin blue ice and copper w
I. Her Name is SubstanceShe sits on the edge of a rusty bathtub, watching minutes of discontent crumble and fall on the tile floor with a soft rustle of fish scales. Wearily, she twists on the faucet and staggers out of the bathroom, bones wrapped tightly with translucent skin, eyes murky and haunted.I. Her Name is Substance
The sound of running water drowns in a fortissimo of rapid hammering chords: someone starts playing the battered piano down the hallway. She looks around in a sudden panic, searching the room for explanations: could it be worse, is this average, is this the best it's ever going to get?
Shadows materialize, play and mutate in the corners; rem
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the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
e.e. cummings
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Liberté pour les toucans blancs- Jean Leclerc
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the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
e.e. cummings
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the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
e.e. cummings
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Void of feeling, force unknown...
It means a lot to me
Take care,
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my myspace!
` you can leave me on the corner where you found me,
i'm not for sale anymore.
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Oh GAWD! If I knew this was gonna happen, I would've
taken rope escape lessons more seriously!!
thanks for the fav
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