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your eyes like lies comprise a compromise you utilize to advise those you despise.
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 20:39:00 GMT |
Watch dem shoulders blue boy |
"Watch dem shoulders blue boy," said the crow. "You are proud, narcissist."
"I am not a narcissist!" the shell of a human shot back.
"Ah, but a human would have simply observed the...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 22:28:00 GMT |
.dust |
This heart is a wayward river that bestows its kiss upon the languid willows alongside, waylaid by their dulcet canticles and earnest devotions to the endless patron. Our nights radiate with claps of...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 07:53:00 GMT |
yuma wi yaba |
Mother, Father, you've betrayed us to your tribe in which upon we knew nothing of. We had faces like little moons and inviting black eyes, and you married us to a hard-hearted beast who burdened our ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 17:20:00 GMT |
pour ma souer |
you've veiled your sorrows from the prying eyes of the sun dear one, now shorn of veil to rail against those who've failed and hail those who leave to decieve those who bereave. they've weaved t...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 17:36:00 GMT |
Before the Wake |
"It all seems rather pointless, doesn't it?"
James could not help but steal a glance at his sister-in-law through the mirror as she absently and quite languidly continued to powder her face.&nb...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 20:37:00 GMT |
mon frere la soleil |
A star so bright your light rages across the sky rendering our canopy a harrowing blue. Drenched in the breath of those who reach out to you, we walk betwixt the sinews of your cultivated children, b...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:25:00 GMT |
Dans les rues de Seattle |
Mes freres, come walk with us along the silver lined streams cast by the showering sun, observe her journey amid the ivory flames and the vibrant azure. Swim in the clatter of diamonds that desc...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 13:26:00 GMT |
si je pouvais revivre un jour ma vie |
...i'd ascend the hill with the wicker basin atop my head to gather nectar from the solemn lilies strewn about the gate rampantly, to chase the bits of starlight dancing at the base of the ancient pin...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 14:56:00 GMT |
night of the bear |
The clouds continued to roll in and out, passing by at intervals spanning only mere seconds, occasionally bringing in drifts of solemn tears in the cold night. You were returning to your ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:07:00 GMT |
