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i might have been wrong...

... maybe the reason why i despise her so much is because we are alike.  
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 06:16:00 GMT

stitched

i cut pieces of my story and paste them above my bed. i stare. a tear is shed. where am i going? there are three little pieces of body crawling under my bed.  
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:57:00 GMT

celeste

i was gifted with something. now i've lost it... for the hand that gives, sometimes also takes back. i have felt it rising, fearfed while i grew... such a little ulcer, this tiny wound......
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 12:07:00 GMT

ex(o)emotron

hidden in what we identify as abstract, there's a grinning lie.where peace belongs to a mindless shape, the moans of reality persevere in the echo of nothingness.if boredom is thought to be duty in th...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 02:58:00 GMT

i...

...wished my hands were bigger... so i could build a sun... ...that would rise colors... where i could sit and watch you grow...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 17:50:00 GMT

what about our memories

this face sculpted in ivy, the story unwinds like a scorpion's sting. you seemed on the inner side of truth while i watched you sleep and disolve into a dream... they are carrying the b...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 18:12:00 GMT

counterfeit

celeste is a lie(r)
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:38:00 GMT

sense

through the moistness of uniting bodies... we are our own music... fading into ourselves a little more... lips swollen by the unleashed desire and insufflated by the flesh of repentance, aga...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:08:00 GMT

Silencio!!!

Silence fall! Cut it. The chime rings. Annihil it. The following steps. Fading. Silence fall! Soul tears. The cock's singing. The dream has died. Rain stirs.... Silent. Falls.
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 12:45:00 GMT

si cest elle. cest moi. (insomnie du 21 novembre 2007)

c'est par le poison qu'elle se consume et dans l'abîme qu'elle trouve sa foi. voilà sa main d'une douce amertume revêtue... elle s'éprend de pourpres jalousies qui coulent sur son menton. n...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:40:00 GMT