&I really have
and you're probably crazy too, stop lying.
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CondimentsA horse snorting wildly at the slightest slither; we are natural enemies, ankle-biting snake against fetishized freedom, all hair. You pepper-eating poets seduce me every time. Against my character, mightCondiments
I add: My nostrils are as dilated as they've ever been, to detect the slightest hint of movement from you, a stirring and then the anatomy of the thing will emerge.
Laundry List: Please buy Tide, the catalogue of the human soul, self-cutting. You might crumple up the writing and swallow it like a spy,
but burning toas
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himBefore I lose my life in this town, I'm looking for a pebble that smells like anything - the ocean, soil, you - that shit. Symptoms include an obsession with clocks and a dismissive anything towards her, the bleak old buzzard who watches with gauze-eyed cataracts as we walk by, - -we- menacing in white sneakers and suntan lotion - - she - has been so long above it all that there is no longer any difference between the declaration of independence and a newspaper article that goes:him
Everything was terrible and the people died, but really she was just having a bad dream.
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This was way before i had a Deviantart account.
And i must say that i am so excited to find your poetry again that i could almost cry.
PLEASE continue to write.
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The truth is unstable.
Read 'Wormwood' if you get the chance, a great collection of short horror bits from Brite, also a native of New Orleans.!!
Sincerely,
Nathan
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Everyone is a book of blood: every time we're opened, we are red. -Clive Barker
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As I fall, and you turn away.
You walk down corridors miles away from heart.
As I breathe, as I surrender...
I hear the sound of whispering.
(Keanu Reeves, Robert Downey Jr., Winona Ryder, Woody Harrelson)
It's from Phillip K. Dick's novel.
Here's to hoping.
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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
LOL at the poetry.com link.
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