January 2012
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It could be that - by coincidence - I found you waiting, always vigilant but never tired, stranded in gorgeous blue, bound by the strains of silence, though a musical silence between two notes, and something’s about to happen, but what lies beyond the void?
I believe silence is how nature measures time, or more precisely, the lack thereof.
I found myself beguiled by visions of dark,...
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Tender fire, gentle blood, visions of loftier evening’s wandering airs that change, that kill me.
Winds that clear dusk of heaven, that give rise to sweeter emotion, –desire
malice has been driven off your own passionate thought.
Open-handedness, known only of children.
Thickest stars had given their thought, with serving kind who had brought
And in full hands what had they set?
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goodkidmadcity:
I hate having people from real life follow me on tumblr because I’m turned on as fuck and can’t stop thinking of eating pussy and fucking a girl from behind on my shitty dorm bed and I can’t be open about this because awkwardness or gossip would ensure. Fuck.
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Over many a tangle in the hail
composed from the loneliness of sunless, bleak winds.
We watched in gaiety as everything washed in fire
caught a glimpse only
in this crisis of seemed penitence.
And the skyline a thin orange haze
and all was beautiful on fire.
As transient things are
this fortuity of hare erect
I found you drenched in sorrow
and you said you’d have me by dawn
but...
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“nigga i hate everyone…..”
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Tof
Lily-of-the-valley, she lay beside you.
”hví svo þrúðgu þú”
I disembark in the unanimous night, spur-of-the-moment stuff;
þokuhlassi
no one saw him,
my hermes.
I hate her intrusions, that one aspect alone of my marital life
explains why I seek you out.
the barges wash
it was in the sacred mud, but in a few days, the zend language has not been found.
no...
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He left it, left it, left it, left her… Went North, went East, went North. Saw the stars turned in the house. The moon’s teeth marks are on the southern sky like dead birds and sadness; death was on the darkened rooms.
Childhood brings only fear, like a tarp scarred with jailhouse tattoos and maddening rows of antique books and the bricks all over this, she watches awed upon twilight...
