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by the sea, by the sea....Returning From The Land, a Fisherman Goesby the sea, by the sea....
Returning from the land, a fisherman goes and Slices his withered hand through the quivering
gray and sighs To taste the briny air.
by ~elp-is
green, is it?And it was a danger then To understand wilder things The tree ran deep and No one knew its fruit Wilder things-- they said To knowgreen, is it?
The children sought wilder Things and The black clad, desert faced Council Brought up their collective chin Felt a single leaf with its
wild fury
And let a single grain of grey Fall on the single brown earth Beneath their crooked toes and then The children knew Other things
by ~elp-is
cats on a hot parisan roofA Designated Driver Finds a Home:cats on a hot parisan roof
Paris-- twelve cats count the street lamps Dambro sighs into the humid heat Watching, waiting, shifting softly, automatically The dashboard says 12 Ça va? she says Dambro picks mindlessly at the steering wheel Ça va? she says And he jumps a little, lands on his leathery seat Oui, oui he says flustered And her redwine dress, stained in that Dead, yellow street light Presses up against the frame of the open window--
at the hip Bends over and Smiles gently into the car La nuit est chaud n&
by ~elp-is
flowers.Martin developed a fondness for small children. Don’t get me wrong! It’s a church fondness it’s an honest fondness and he’s a god fearer, knows Elvis is dead in the ground, and doesn’t think the moon is made out of cheese (or any of that nonsense) brings flowers to his mother, you see, and the children pitter patter in the neighbor yard,flowers.
bring mud for the flowers, say, it’s very well good for them, say, keeps them strong like bears-- flowered bears and Martin laughs-- likes them real well he does-- says, anyone that can turn a bear int
by ~elp-is
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Nymph complexNymph complex.Nymph complex
discordant
empathic
Empty eyes.
Complacent puddles of dirty water.
Close to nothing.
Nothing being something
Not related to everything
or to anything.
A thing.
A deconstructed concept
highly irregular.
irregular, highly
regarded as
that barrier in between.
Transition into
their world.
Die, for their will to live far exceeds their will to die.
by ~GFYSyou
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hey.
hey.
Start posting!
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~Tiny little spiders visit at the store.
Where are you? Buying fruit?
MERRY CHRISTMAS btw...
: )
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Tiens...je suis un pamplemousse.
You tricked me, what with your picture of a tree and whatnot D:
evil.
unforgivable.
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And yourself daniel?
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Tiens...je suis un pamplemousse.
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I'm thinking maybe I should post something...or not?
quite honestly though....85% of the reason I was convicted enough to acquire a account was so I could make preposterous comments on your drawings that lacked any constructive and or otherwise insightful content.
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