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05 : circusthey were the runaways, slipping on glittery feet past eggshell fragments. they scraped out goodbyes on my willing tongue, blood mottled tears and spilled milk; i like to press my eyelids shut and recognize the damaged bones.05 : circus
through their folded whispers i hear cats, dripping glue and neon captivation- the stars are hotter than you'd ever guess, darlings, so hot you freeze and lips tremble to the tune of broken broken broken broken records.
realization has no safety net, tumbles through the flaming hoop like d
by ~ellipus-ATTACK
04 : Immortalhello my wolf-headed god, i can see your broken grin from this canopy of astral leaves- it's becoming a frequent customer, i've noticed, you get your teeth from subway tunnels and frozen gutters.04 : Immortal
i love to d i s c o n n e c t you
screwdrivers are too transient i prefer tattoo guns with
alkaline ink, burning your skin like poison ivy, i tear open my ribcage to let in the oily smoke.
why does it even matter? every time i
bre ak y ou the needle spins back, sews you up good as new. maybe that's why you're so &nb
by ~ellipus-ATTACK
03: birthdayhey, it's your special day, go drink yourself dizzy; light firecrackers on your fingernails and breathe, in, out, there's smoke in your lungs but you try to dance anyway.03: birthday
i can pick out the thimbles on your trembling tongue. it's a slippery slope, the one you so daringly sit on, with those tender knees making shapes on a checkered blanket. oh, my, it's cold here, want a jacket? it's sown with strands of winter and a pinch of blood, (my heart's a little leaky) i hope you don't mind.
you seem to be omniscient, a fawn-e
by ~ellipus-ATTACK
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paul revere got half creditwhat i am thinking is the way numbers never mean poetrypaul revere got half credit
but meandering roads of broken thought or how cinder-bricked walls fall in on each other
still, the lights are black
from the oil of midnight one if by land and two if by sea the birds in the air hold their breath knowing that they are neither
i like you, that's all i have written down but i think that's enough, don't you there's hope and there's a bird sewing something more over our chests
the miserable little spiders hanging themselves on their own silken nooses look l
by *ohsostarryeyed
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- Current Residence: somewhere deep in the pacific ocean
- Interests: eating, cooking, playing with my dog, piano, swimming and reading
- Favourite movie: nausica and the valley of the wind. lovely animating!
- Favourite band or musician: owl city, death cab for cutie, coldplay, oneRepublic
- Favourite genre of music: hm. i like just about anything xD
- Favourite game: okami is def. one of my absolute favourites :D
- Favourite gaming platform: wii or gamecube <3
- Tools of the Trade: pencil, my twisted brain, keyboard
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"Is it to be or not to be / and I replied / Oh, why ask me?"
I think I'm stuck in a celluloid jam. Please help me.
Ich heiße Molly die Bayrisch Pfannkuchen, und Ich werde vernichten dich!
Hola 8D
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left to right -- right to wrong
my position is yet to be defined
[ lovely avatar by ~cremecake ]
'Ello, amigo!
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"Is it to be or not to be / and I replied / Oh, why ask me?"
I think I'm stuck in a celluloid jam. Please help me.
Ich heiße Molly die Bayrisch Pfannkuchen, und Ich werde vernichten dich!
But you needs more stuff. >D
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left to right -- right to wrong
my position is yet to be defined
[ lovely avatar by ~cremecake ]
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"Is it to be or not to be / and I replied / Oh, why ask me?"
I think I'm stuck in a celluloid jam. Please help me.
Ich heiße Molly die Bayrisch Pfannkuchen, und Ich werde vernichten dich!
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