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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 --
by ~merrydishnig
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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
The Hollywood FarmerThe Hollywood Farmer
She says, “Hey, you’re daydreaming!” I say, “I want to be ready
"for the daydreaming Oscars,
I want to be on the butterfly ballot when the academy comes around.”
She says, “What the shit happened to being a leaning farmer and all that, the swollen loam and the peat moss
and the baskets of order?” We do some winking up at the sky
for a second. “I’m going to bury the statue
if I win. You can still find fear in the ground, like potatoes, even
aft
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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
But gravity always wins.
they took your mould and the burned it
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