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InsomniaDust abounds in eddies, turning with a will of their own Each grain a spark, a star among the mindless Dancing with the light, softly, gently Playing as off water, on the shear walls surroundingInsomnia
Grass weaves, rises and crests Etched against the brilliant blue sky Forming and deforming in wave after wave As the wind throws the moonlight back behind a cloud
Night-time now, slow to sleep, quick to dream. Alone with my thoughts, I'm at home I'm undone and creased and bent. And the air is sweeter for it, and the air is sweet indeed
And soon through the lat
by ~Jebus-Of-Suburbia
TodayHere stands a young man Mind bold and poisoned Face too shy to smile Eyes too lively to stay Buried deep within this fresh modern senility Coated by turns countless Invisible when he screams Cracking, chipping, rottingToday
beneath the soft weight of too many minutes
Here stands neurosis incarnate Separate from ones self and all together me Undermined by the under-mind Deprived of the right to preside Denied the life of a hive Aspires to be caught when he falls Dreams of simple as more
Here I stand when I should rightly stop And gri
by ~Jebus-Of-Suburbia
In these all to empty hallsA single tear burning Falling from my eyes How soothing is the rain My echo in the skiesIn these all to empty halls
To sleep within the millions Yet wake to none and cry Whispering a good man’s name To keep his soul alive
And it’s in the fields they’ll find me After all is said and done When fathers fall and lovers bawl And justice comes to none
The slightest sigh will break me When his life is packed away And no silence will be complete When there’s nothing left to say
The thought of just his laughter A laughter owned by
by ~Jebus-Of-Suburbia
To emphasise thisThis nameless shameless divinity Felt before the crux Touched briefly while searching Ripped crashing from the void -Crying and foetalTo emphasise this
‘IT IS MINE’ It is mine and mine alone This knowledge of infinite finality That cradles me in its infancy -Past caring past belief
Like a breath from far away Once hot, now cold Spreading from the lungs of time Like cosmic intuition -It’s all within me
Crushed beneath the weight Of my all too real imaginings Caught and scattered like waves &n
by ~Jebus-Of-Suburbia
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Duo-O-Doomby ~S7REE7
Bubblegum Chaos.+ Take down the walls and try to find the pink bowels of your house. Squeeze your pupils like you need to, as if you are trying to squeeze a blackhole out of it. Swim in the mirrors like you're in love, or on fire. Pedal faster.Bubblegum Chaos.
+ Tell your melon coffee sweater to screw off. Tell your mother I said hi. Tell the particles you inhale to slow down.
+ Turn on the radio and listen to the politicians polish and wax. Tell Alaska she is not good enough. Fire a handgun and look surprised when you do. Inhale the smoke like it's
by ~Self-Intoxication
Brushingunder tea high - sky intent, ever so gent - ly - silent we'll keep secrets like pocketed lighters matted hair, tattered skirt whisper and drink - last eye open open top outlook looking for face in blanket pile - hands touching quiet stories, silent night - whispered song - pillow talk cased, kept in stocked feet warm while boxing the box as a pair, leaving the next day forlorn?Brushing
by ~johnfinch
=p
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| I'm a little skewed, a little shifty, shaggy, never subdued but sometimes silent. I'm honorable but not moral, i'm in love and lusting. I thirst for what i don't have like everyone else and i'm learning. |
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- Current Residence: Perth
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- Favourite movie: Fight club
- Favourite band or musician: Chillis (=
- Favourite genre of music: rock or metal
- Favourite artist: Claud Monet
- Favourite poet or writer: John Keats
- Favourite photographer: Disco Ball ^^
- Favourite style of art: Music, poetry
- Operating System: Windows xp sp 2
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod (wants the touch)
- Shell of choice: Zune
- Wallpaper of choice: Big smiley face?
- Skin of choice: Classic (thinks caucasian then feels bad)
- Favourite game: Chess (shunnnnnn)
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Kisuke Urahara
- Personal Quote: Hells yessum
- Tools of the Trade: pen n pad all the way
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If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.
Some people are like Slinkies ... not really good for anything, but you can't help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs.
The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
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The cunning linguist knows how to use his tongue.
(\__/)
(O.o )
Teh Bunnies are massing
how ya been anyway?
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If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.
Some people are like Slinkies ... not really good for anything, but you can't help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs.
The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
--
The cunning linguist knows how to use his tongue.
(\__/)
(O.o )
Teh Bunnies are massing
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If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.
Some people are like Slinkies ... not really good for anything, but you can't help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs.
The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!
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I may be schizophrenic,
But at least I have each other.
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The cunning linguist knows how to use his tongue.
(\__/)
(O.o )
Teh Bunnies are massing
and you no on msn?
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I may be schizophrenic,
But at least I have each other.
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