~merrydishnig
Used to do surgery. - Status: Member
- Wannabe Poet
- Australia
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- Deviant since Nov 28, 2005, 10:35 PM
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I'd gut that hill just to --And whenever I think of writing it up I'm torn; torn like birthday cake and buttons. I doubt you're half as composed as you don't wanna pretend. But it's okay like breathing is okay, like writing is. If you want to be angry and dazed but not enough to think twice when you peel a mirror out the envelope or the brick or the sweating man --- think Star wars. I don't mean any specific scene just, you know, think about the movie. When I talk to people at class, it is contrived as anything. I am so gullible as to fall for tricks and all the backwards cheer of people I look down at. Not that I sI'd gut that hill just to --
in Fantasy on 2/15/08
cullnetThere wasn’t a thing to comfort but a firm handle on bare essentials. So you could, he willed, be anywhere in anything and not even ghost a sneeze when shook. He was sure he’d read this somewhere, probably a poem though he would have very much liked it his alone. Alone to be, and to be alone, he said enamoured of the way words sometimes tape up. I would like to die in a glass house banked upon a river. I would like tea in the morning and with cake in the afternoon according to custom. He was always a loving friend that went out of his way to help, and took pleasure incullnet
in Perspectives on 2/11/08
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HelsinkiThere’s a black flag over Helsinki, And there’s a yellow cab flying down the city street, And I am prone to stepping off curbs without looking, And there’s a man who grabs my arm and says be careful.Helsinki
He is looking at the cement and the way my shoes are tilting,
And he asks me if I might spare some change, There is worry on my chin and there is anger on my forehead, And I wonder aloud why he works on Sundays.
There’s a black flag over Helsinki,
And he’s turning and he’s walking from my view, So I must hasten pace against the oncoming wind, There is hair in my eye
by ~WhoKilledKirov
A miss is as good as a smileYear-trust is located neck-up. Carried around jested, barely missing; hounded.A miss is as good as a smile
Morals, when will they come - on whose chopped-off legs? In which desert's countenance will the blind man have to feel around for them, he whose fingerwisdoms
(covered with clay) grow more slowly than earth's continents?
What price does a catch come at? How many fingernails?
by ~horsemarmalade
Devious Information
- Current Residence: melbourne
- Interests: music writing piano nature
- Favourite game: gay cowboy love on ps2
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I will email you once I stop being so tired all the time. I want to know what is happening in your life and talk to you again!
Damn, I'm late... Not just lazy, but late! The queen while have my head.
Here's a link! I hope it doesn't expire before you get notified.
[link]
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once you begin to do what is right, who will be able to do what is left?
I do not like cricket, no in the slightest.
I would have you beheaded.
we haven't spoken much lately.
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I hung on that windy tree for nine nights wounded by my own spear.
I hung to that tree, and no one knows where it is rooted.
None gave me food. None gave me drink. Into the abyss I stared
until I spied the runes. I seized them up and, howling, fell
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- the faith of wind, betrayed by the trust of birds -
I return the favor, but there's nothing to watch.
A.
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www.strangejournal.com
Should that fail, I could always send it via mail on a CD with other little goodies.
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once you begin to do what is right, who will be able to do what is left?
mc . narcolepsy @ HOT mail ....
I trust you know what to do...
I'm lazy, I know, but I get around to things eventually.
Fuck the masterpiece, just get on with it!
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once you begin to do what is right, who will be able to do what is left?
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