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Jun 18, 2007 17:39

i write to vent. i vent to no one ( Read more... )

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Niagra Deep mezcal June 19 2007, 23:53:07 UTC
let the murmurs
of these social currents
engulf your body
and pull those extended arms
beneath its vain surface

what will overwhlem
your breathless visions
but cold canyon walls
and underwater sunlight?

like you, i'd rather
us die drowning,
suffocating ecstatically
on a waterfall's endless temper

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how do you? writtenscenery June 27 2007, 07:36:49 UTC
This is quite intense... It's funny, I was thinking the other day that with the way we write we can deceive the world. Just like words become images to us and lies can become the truth. We can create new worlds and new faces. Humans that never existed and made objects that we could never have. But the weird part is that it all comes from within us. We can create this stuff and bring it to the reality of man kind. My dad was talking to me the other day and he was like "you can have shitty noodles for dinner, but you can tell people you had lobster and they'll believe you" and that made me think of how deceiving the world is.

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