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likeacigarette

freewrite

Mar 16, 2006 12:22

here, the small god, the silhouette, the shaking hand and the way you say, i know you i know what you're about and i can't cut a straight line, i can't say no, can't stand with my knees weak that, with them constantly buckling under the please i love yous and the more more mores and i can't even understand how we got to be the people we are, when ( Read more... )

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_reticence March 17 2006, 01:03:42 UTC

This is amazing.

blagthestag March 18 2006, 23:38:52 UTC

Thanks for the one sentence, Ms. Dickens.

mostpulp March 19 2006, 00:36:16 UTC

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things

ten points to name that poet.

blagthestag March 19 2006, 01:08:46 UTC

Easy.

E.E. Cummings.

flora May 7 2006, 18:53:43 UTC

gaaaah, amazing. are you still a creative writing major?

mostpulp May 12 2006, 05:13:11 UTC

oh, i realized i forgot to reply to you (even though, y'know, i always admire your writings and pictures and everything inbetween). and yes, i'm still a creative writing major (although the writing lately has been agonizing).

metropolitic May 17 2006, 04:58:27 UTC

just wanted to drop by and introduce myself .. haven't been on this journal site for the longest time but in that hiatus i took up the awful vice of smoking. xo i love it too :( :)

adroit_theatre July 24 2006, 02:09:23 UTC

It is a shame that those are the two ways to say I love you. the goodbye is reflected on the times ahead oddly enough and the i'm yours is the easy route. i can see myself in that island and not only the words are hollow but the inhabitants as well. they are see through they are but neutrinos and they are empty. just figments of what was and what could have been and begging to be seen and heard but still just as empty. they create wars and pestilence they create the stones of burden and the baggage of life. they beg for a body but they destroy them just the same.