an intemperate sweat rains of his brow ( Read more... )

jigsaw animated
by the surreptitious night

the moon's omniscience foiled
by a flank of weathered rock

the shadows whispered
of those salt stung gleaming
with the grains of the earth

rounded at the angles
muted by the tolls of the tide

hanging on
by the edge of the dawn

My body is failing me.

I'm so scared.

Swollen chested figurines
verdant;
Standing tall, they lined the walls
Etiolated vinyls,
dusted by years
Heavy and Speechless with an ancient Heartache
In your Father's house
Compartmented experience
Life's whims scattered 10x12
Coming home;
Nebulously cast warmth
echoes in the sheetrock
Love in bricks.

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I seriously hate your fucking guts.

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Wow ( Read more... )

Well, being single is interesting to say the least.

If nothing else, its a good diet.

 I think I have had enough with my love affair with misery.
Heartsickness plagues my waking and dreaming lives.

But I'm going to be ok, sooner rather than later.

I am profoundly affected by displays of beauty. Beauty is indicative of symmetry traditionally, and our brains function to recognize it and let it resonate when we spot the patterns. Symmetry, and thus beauty, is equivalent, at least from my own perscpective, to the execution of some sort of intelligent construction; whether it be in nature, as in ( Read more... )

SO FUCKING DISGUSTED WITH THE BEHAVIOR OF MEN (ie: the human race) I COULD FUCKING TEAR EVERY STRAND OF MY HAIR FROM ITS PLACE and would have a pile of hair and a sore scalp and then where would I be?

Bald and in pain.
Might as well be.