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Destroying Humanity

Your lips are a message from Shiva how much do you want to destroy me? And this guitar hanging around my neck is like a hummingbird looking for what I deem the comfort of her many arms
Her thirty fingers, dirty fingers are used to explore me They tear me up inside like the burn of dry ice
It's seeming to be a wire hanger piercing my tongue when I lick the salt off your fingers and realize
I'm just tasting myself

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InkMy hands are accosted with the blurring edges of the ink-filled paper It is so black and liquid that it has decided to weave itself into a wave As I sit and endlessly scribble, trying to scare off the person that blinds herself, I order my head into neat rows of file cabinets The drawers clicking with the blink of an eye And the emptiness locked away with a firm stroke
It’s so easy to slip behind endless pen scratchings and eyeshadow powderings I liven up my face in order to show some color in an otherwise bland Ink
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RepeatSo wary of the closeted relationships that even weariness doesn’t stand a chance at night. I want to play some games devoid of risk and feelings that twirl my insides with aching spirals But too many times I place myself in this pattern a dull checker to the mosaic of life and whatever lies within I’m not wary with checkers, only bored, so I can be weary and feel old Repeat
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Do Not EnterLike all the streets in Bellingham we were one way twisted and erratic no common sense or use of logic For once, I wore my seatbelt and strapped myself into you But the ride was too bumpy, jolting me through the windshield and throwing me to the sidewalk
So I’m now on the crosswalk waiting to traipse past your stalled car It’d be easy to get back in but it would take more than the reverberating shock of jumper cables to launch us again Do Not Enter
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Fruitless Flowering.A small rose just like my own Sits upon my desk alone It does not question death by neglect There is no pity or consecration Dawn nor dusk in the direction it's facing How I am want and afraid I can't To lower the brittle stem into water Ah, it will but give a kiss Remiss to nourish my plant Have I done this? Oh glorious anger, shock I might feel To be plucked from my element Left to die, dry and unreal A gnarled carnival exposition Something I once saw passion in The darkened, curled-in form Art and view no longer mindful A flower fit not ev Fruitless Flowering.
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VespasianFlip my kiss to a lick Dual echoes from a scaled clock Respond to it, make it sick The dragon's mouth unlocks My blood is shot and I've forgot How to connect our dots Freedom on the march and the dormant's in charge
Flip a card to the deck Fifty-two pickup my identity A suicide king upon my neck And he rushes forward with confused intensity My blood pumps dually and I ask freely How to let you hear me But you've gone and grown under my tyranny Reptile behind the wheel and I think my skin's begun to peel
I've pryed inside for an enlightened Vespasian
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waking up to green tea

Fri Nov 19, 2004, 9:14 AM

Jesus...I'm really out of it. Why? Only three hours (at the most) of sleep last night. No particular reason, nothing exciting. Just my body deciding that I was too good for blessed sleep.

There's a vacuum humming in the background and that's about it on this fine morning before my German class. It's all sunny and wonderful, and I'm fucking pissed. I'm all anxious and wired and weird. Things keep running through my mind, back and forth, back and forth. Swinging me straight into craziness.

In other news, I'm really, really sorry for the "new" stuff I've been putting up. I was just going through a bunch of old shit that I only half liked and was putting it up with the intention of getting to the better stuff. Sadly, I was interrupted, so I have yet to put up some of the better stuff. So, sorry to all you who did read the stuff. I was bored. Give me a break.

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Current Residence: Washington
Interests: I can't remember
Favourite movie: Donnie Darko/Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2/Igby Goes Down
Favourite band or musician: Bright Eyes, Ima Robot, Saves the Day, The Faint, and probably more
Favourite genre of music: Emo/Punk/Indie
Favourite artist: M.C. Escher
Favourite poet or writer: Louise Glück
Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson
Personal Quote: Fuck art and all its groupies
Tools of the Trade: My crazy thoughts, some paper, and a pen (no pencils)

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~mirlimi Nov 3, 2007, 12:45:04 AM

I really caught myself reading your prose, when I usually consider that reading on a screen is not pleasant.

And you are the first one I really want to read on DA.
Something capturing in your selection of words.
Keep posting....

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Anything you do, is you.