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Tiger baby

His tiger babies are cats
and fading in the distance
of morning jungles, fettered by leaves,
shadeing the ground, just for his return
stands tall structures. sinew and sleek licking their paws. their faces all ready
for his return

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Oh wo-oh yowI remember when I was young enough to wear dresses everyday, I used to walk in what would be a gutter, that is, if I had understood the concept of trash at an age like that, and when their were puddles, and in them the moon slid, I would always wonder if I looked up it would be the same moon, or if there was something deeper inside the puddles, that as a girl I was not allowed to step in.

There was a world I wasn't sure of, a reason that escaped me, despite its binding structure on my entire waking life. I wonder now if I had jumped into that puddle, if I would be any differnt today? Oh wo-oh yow
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Perfect Syle of the seasonsIn the perfect style of the seasons there are many men here who have lost there color, lost their life, and even some who are not more than ash on the pavement, vespers of former living, breathing, loving creatures, sweeping over cross streets and onto busses, dank dark yellow florescent obscuring the world and the buildings: wrought with flesh and steady doubt.
The lifeless they sit in heaps, piled like garbage, in polyester, in gabardine, on benches, in cafes, they rot, with flies in their eyes, following the buzz, from one table to the next, right above them? Right in front of them, when will it stop? never enough time to catc Perfect Syle of the seasons
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The Deer HunterPray about this she said. Quietly she began to leave the room. Every small every big, every thing in general was leaving quietly, had been for years and now there was nothing left but the sound of her dress brushing against her hips and the tick tick tock of the clock.

Time, Him and I had been playing this one for keeps, all or nothing, Deniro faces Walken, mad eyes, everything/nothing to lose. Him and I, we were freinds, and had been passing this gun for as long as I could remember, anticipation rubbing every nerve, until there was nothing left but the three of us, no other dimention, no room, no thought, no reason, just Time a The Deer Hunter
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Here's To All Too FamiliarLife is a lot less about change and much more about staying the same. Life is a lot less about moving on and much more about letting what ever it was fade away.
That is the way.
Somewhere along the line I've forgotten exactly where I was heading: all I know is the treetreetree lined up against a purple night-bruised mountain slicing through the fog and sometimes the rain. Miles and miles and days.
Each morning's present, the not so unique feeling of waking up in a box: stale air, no leg space, windows and doors, closeing in on me. The farther I got the less I remembered until finally it seemed this was t Here's To All Too Familiar
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Mon Jan 15, 2007, 3:56 PM

I haven't really been able to write lately. Good or bad, I haven't been able to write anything that means anything to me in a while. I'm working on it. I have some other writing endeavors that are taking up my time and creativity, maybe when I get the hang of it I'll be able to lend creativity to writing for the fun of it.

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Current Residence: Casa Grande, AZ
Interests: Stories, beauty, sleep
Favourite movie: Dr. Strangelove
Favourite band or musician: Sufjan Stevens at this moment
Favourite genre of music: anything that exudes beauty
Favourite artist: JW waterhouse
Favourite poet or writer: EE Cummings
Favourite game: Disgaea
Favourite gaming platform: PS2
Favourite cartoon character: A cheap happiness
Personal Quote: "life is not a paragraph and death, I think, is no parenthisis" ee cummings
Tools of the Trade: my imagination, free b/w film and a borrowed camera