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[woodydespair]

It was beating fiercely, you were throwing hand grenades and running towards the dust; your face against mine from behind and it all came pouring through my spine like palm wine; we were travelling through Chile on your back. A crummy motel room with a neon flashing light out front, wind blowing up some pouting girl’s skirt: there’s a vacant room

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[nil_by_mouth]

Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing....

[woodydespair]

(I know)

[teethyskies]

this is amazing. mind if i add you?

[schoolnight]

these ideas of salt and quarries and wars and ghosts -- the way you write them, i don't know how to explain how quietly awestruck i am at you, your words.

may i add you? (i found you via crashing_buses.)
it's alright to say no. ♥

[woodydespair]

wow, thankyou... i'm really flattered.

adding you back :) nice to meet you.

ps. i'm not writing much these days (though i'm desperately hoping the inspiration/compulsion can be propelled back into productive existence soon). anyway, i guess that's just a heads-up to say that you may not see me popping up on your friends page very often. however i am reading - and trying to write!