

Letters From SailorsDouble shots of expresso Numb in eutopiaLetters From Sailors
Weapon of choice: caffiene The walls are painted green And the existential glory Leads to chaos in between
Running rabid in the wind Don't think I'll let you in Every man's an island Isolated by his skin
Don't worry baby, start knocking And we'll commence the talking Philosophies I cannot hear I am the dead thing walking
On earth, how they get along The mind plays a different song But it begins and ends the same Now which liar's wrong?
Run with me now Don'


The HumingbirdI feel the poison surge through dead tulips, Inside and up the cancer: Autumn lust, And drowned in floral bleedings: dampened kiss; A hideous, corroded, vile dusk. Do not unwravel thorn and suffered vein, For only delicacy taunts with it; The harmless demons always liven pain, And never know the holy opposite. The Elegance -- a breath at last released Solicits ample longing under winter years; The sun abroad will gladly meet agreed, And part, with melancholy glow, in tears. If you could shoot in time to bring me down, I'd wish these tattered wings above the ground.The Humingbird
Me
So, this is what empty feels like....
the Local Ted
last visitor
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Who's gonna care in a week?
Visit my super happy fun time gallery!
I love that song,even though it's so sad...it's really beautiful...
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...this book's all lies.
**
[my crappy stock]
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WARREN ROCKS!! and Andrew too
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'You didn't by chance happen to just eat a couple of nerds, did you?'
"Destructo girl, that's me"
you spy the kidnap kid
who kids you to oblivion
it's the perfect hassle
for the perfumed kiss
he makes you miss him more than home
past sidewalk ashes
a last lovers arc
you come apart to intertwine
it was all so simple
as you watched him move
across the darkness in your room
and to the winding vines
the pretty boys dive
and thru the pinhole stars
into the shadow mind
will you lose him then
on some gentle dawn
this boy is here and gone
you love him
you love him more than this
you love him
and you cannot, you can't resist
you love him
sigh....
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.:*There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors*:.
-Evii O.
***Look at this box of muffins; it says "Baked with Pride". Really? I usually bake my muffins with shame.
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