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HalloweenHello. There is a piece of bacon on roller skates.Halloween
And I can't help thinking, "This is so awesome!" because it's bacon and it's roller skating, and it looks like it's gliding in circles.
It's dark now, I just left the subway and now I wait for Union Square to say hello or something, because I love this place and sometimes I like to think it loves me even though it probably doesn't know who I am. Because I am just one of those people that sometimes comes down here, sometimes by train and sometimes by walking, but that doesn't matter because once I am here I stay here and then I leave and what does it
by ~Eiszapfen
Lipstick“I keep having these weird dreams where I’m stuck in a wooden box with a really really sharp knife,” I say.Lipstick
“Oh, Rhiannon, I think all that lipstick is finally getting to your brain,” says Sabine.
“Leave me alone about the lipstick,” I say.
The lipstick started during the divorce, and even though all is better now, the lipstick habit still remains. But seriously, it tastes good. It’s not like I eat it when I’m extra sad about the divorce or anything like that. It all comes down to the simple fact that I enjoy
by ~Eiszapfen
GhostsSometimes I see the ghosts of people who once knew me. They stare through ink and panes, unseeing, and I am glad their placid gazes cannot penetrateGhosts
His face, a false smile, forced next to a wrinkled spot on the page where a tear once fell why did you...
Sometimes I wish I could slowly sink but the normal force of the earth is holding me up. You never got a chance to teach me that
A memory: frozen: fixed like their faces under glass. That was a real person once
I know you didn’t want to leave
by ~Eiszapfen
MemoriesMemoriesMemories
Molly was screaming.
Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was wide open, screaming and screaming. I clambered out of bed and rushed over to her.
“Molly?” I said quietly. I tentatively took hold of her arm and shook it. “Molly! Wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open and she closed her mouth. She stared up at my face for a second and then she sat up and gripped my arm.
“You have to be careful,” she said, her eyes wide and fearful.
by ~Eiszapfen
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Shellthis is how I will end:Shell
stripped bare, washed to the bone; ransacked by memory, or lack thereof –
too many years of pretending
this shell is empty. no red marrow to disrupt these concave walls. hollow and
bleached white on the shore: yes,
I echo. the wind whistles through me.
I would have been a skeleton. flesh
is excess: look, I would have been bone.
a dry wind whipped the words from my mouth. I was clean
and unspoken – for a long time, I was silent.
this white shard
is impervious to the sea. no torrent of
by ~renaissance1912
SkeinSkein after Yukio MishimaSkein
She is not really sure when it began, she tells me. The studio is nearly empty, augmented by the absence of equipment and other photographers. Her voice is low but audible. There is something pleasant about its sexless frequency, the white throat just wide of feminine as she swallows. All her features toe the line of beauty the same way—dark eyes wide but sparsely lashed, crooked brows arching elegant but thick. &nb
by =Negated
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- Current Residence: Somewhere on earth
- Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings
- Favourite band or musician: AC/DC, Guns n' Roses, Van Halen, Juanes, Los Prisioneros
- Favourite genre of music: 80s Rock
- Operating System: Mac OS X
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
- Favourite game: Triple Jump, 100m hurdles
- Personal Quote: The father is mad important
- Tools of the Trade: Appleworks and a keyboard
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Anywhere I hang myself is home. -- Louis Nordstrom
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