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The WalrusWhen you think
about it – don’t
think about it.
I think about these things, babushka, but
don’t forget the walrus eats the fish. O
the mind’s eye knows them, the hound-basset
snout mouth, those fanger-bangers, turdy flubs
a-blub and with passions
unknown, if you’re lucky.
And who are we to judge.
Fleshy spools, pink and brown and blue,
Containing within multitude.
Neurons stretch electric fingers to fugue
And you, too -
Toe in Water
words that i have learned writing this book:
ontogeny: the evolution of an organism
phylogeny: the historical relatedness evolution of organisms
heuristic: refers to experience-based techniques for problem solving, learning, and discovery. Heuristic methods are used to speed up the process of finding a good enough solution, where an exhaustive search is impractical. Examples of this method include using a "rule of thumb", an educated guess, an intuitive judgment, or common sense.
stochastic model- a mathematical model involving random variables in order to estimate probability distribution of potential outcomes. (This is the sort of model prizbaum etc were applying to biotic systems?)
(examples: quantum physics, brownian motion) not a deterministic but a randomized model
A tropism is a growth movement whose direction is determined by the direction from which the stimulus strikes the plant.
A teleology is any philosophical account which holds that final ca
A 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, might
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 toast is no career, my friend. Perhaps
that bitch poetry is a necrophiliac, never letting dead
archetypes sleep. Yes, I know that Helen has launched
ships from: Vietnam, world wars, the Midwest,
which is landlocked. But you cannot kill the
fat-fingered fairies, the delicate forms. Rapunzel,
Rapunzel, let down your standards! I will give you
a dose of your own medicine, and like a cancer
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:
Everything was terrible and the people died,
but really she was just having a bad dream.
Really she's okay.
And it was all just make-believe,
and you feel kind of stupid for ever having cared at all.
And the pebble would be shaped like a clear, healthy lung
and burned into it, it would say,
I would follow you into the dark.
In sans serif font, flawless, nothing-eyed,
lining my palm like mouthful of pulpy orange crush,
only stinging where the cracks show, and through them come
the old theo
The first thing you knew about me was
the time I kicked tom out of the house
for wearing an orange shirt, that something's been wrong
and anyway, I have that old photograph of you.
Yes, the surreal one that shows just how many piercings
you paid for by the mouthful of ouch.
But you see, in this kingdom of squalor, I have remained,
as always, devout. And if you were to rot,
pushing up daisies, I would get tenser,
like a muscle, but until I ascend to the kingdom of -
Oh, I don't remember, and there's no need for you
(to ask.) I have learned to do without
None, Zip, Sink
On breathless heights where trees, having been so long above it all, begin to eat their own
my sun-scorched face, once red, gives up the ghost
and, without affect, I press my nose against the mirror until I only have one eye.
This shit is beautiful, I'm telling you -
but you can't take it with you. Not onto a plane,
and I eat some more paper to get through the day
with a great hiss of steam, my pupils grow bigger.
Now, now, now, it will grow dark enough to see,
thicker and thicker, the plot is congealing,
and I have told you this to make you grieve.
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
12.5%see to it that i drink
away this mad, hopeful
all these ghosts
are quiet now; clouds
Blinded TrustWhen it comes to love
I feel like I'm walking around with a blindfold
My hands are chained to the hope
Of true love sweeping me off my feet...
Red marks on my face from frustration
Tears falling because I seem to never find the right man~
In my right hand is my heart
Chained up and protected
Brave yet afraid of hurt feelings
Waiting for someone to unlock it
No love bugs are allowed~
says my mind...
My heart "Don't close up. Open me..~"
I'm not sure where I'm being led to
But I'm trusting..... very hard, but I -need- to
God is the chooser of my Destiny
My love, are you there?
I feel someone near....
Or is it just my hopeless imagination?~
A finger is upon my lips
Will he hold the key to unlock me
From these chains of false securities....~
mummified.You were never more beautiful
than the moment before you died,
plucked from a vine,
like a flower in bloom.
You can't be beautiful
till you're older,
till you've lived
through battle scars
and car crash hearts.
You can't be lovely
till you died
just a little
You were never more perfect
than the moment you died,
pressed between dictionary pages
Words, words, the wonderful
words float around you
that remind you why you cry.
(and you were mummified)
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
PianissimoStreaks of black
Among chapters of white.
Your flowing hands
Playing our saccharine love song.
Like the calm wind
In summer season.
Like the shining sun,
You warm my frozen heart.
Like the serene sea
In the pale moonlight,
You soothe my spirit
And smother the hellfire of my nights.
Black rivers flowing down,
Along the white mountainside.
Your smile and your hands
Writing down our saccharine love song.
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
TnM-Vampiros VS Lobos Cap.4Cap.4 Amigos?
En el parque
Cuando llegaron Xadezz y Frejazz se miraron y se enamoraron
Thomas: hola Marie
Marie: hola Tommy son ellos tus amigos
Thomas: si ellos son Dezz *saluda con la mano* y Fred *saluda con la mano*
Marie: hola es un gusto conocelos ellos son Jazz *saluda con la mano* y Xavier *saluda con la mano*
Xavier: es un gusto conocerlos yo soy Xavier Flynn y mi amiga Jasmine Raí pero le gusta que la llame Jazz
Jazz: un gusto y lo sentimos por lo modales es por genes vampiros
Dezz: no se preocupe mi nombre es Dezz y mi amigo Fred es un gusto conocerlos
Thomas: bueno como ya no conocemos quiere jugar a verdad o reto
Todos (menos Thomas) : esta bien!!!
Después de horas de juega verdad o reto
Thomas: emm Fred verdad o reto
Thomas: es verdad que duerme con tu pijama de peluches
Fred: si ¬¬
Todos (excepto Fred): jajajaja
Xavier recibió un mensaje
Marie: tu mamá
Jazz: y que pasa
Xavier dice que esta organizado su boda
The Safety of Familiar Objects
Splinters puncture membrane-covered clouds
time and time again her yellow breath
of smog and fog and ink on wet newspapers
sticks to black asphalt covered with May-colored sprinkles
and geometric daffodils unsnapping necks.
A condom wrapper defies the suckwhirl tide and clings to driftwood
and bangles of sky glimmer in a rainbow collapse
of oil. There's metal in her nostrils and linoleum in her eyes;
she slips piles of nails and bloody slime down my throat
along with percussive bells and a flower like stained napkins.
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