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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.Oh wo-oh yow
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?
by ~auxabois
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.Perfect Syle of the seasons
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
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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.The Deer Hunter
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
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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.Here's To All Too Familiar
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
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- Favourite movie: Dr. Strangelove
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