this journal's died and gone to heaven.
add me as subway_wall
& i'll add you back.

<3XO

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summer

the seaside cities
with their light-flooded streets
cobblestone wet and reflecting
the beats of the drummer hearts
and slick slipping fingers
holding menus and entrees
solicitors and their shadows
whispering "sit down, miss,
we know what you want
and we know where you live."

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MONDAY, DECEMBER 22, 11:54 P.M. MAKES NO SENSE

hearts in neon silhouettes
dancing to the stone age silence
of a heartbeating clock
parachuting on whispers
falling from raindrops and snowballs
tiptoeing like one spilling kerosene
to light the clouds on fire

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I had a routine every morning. It was just like the routine of millions of other people. It consisted of waking up to the drone of the alarm clock, slamming the snooze button, eventually getting up, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and heading off to whatever it was I had to do. One day I decided that following that routine, day after mundane ( Read more... )

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