you know you wanted to so far.


brotherbrother; we are in this together. you (save my) and when i need it: (soul). and i - to you - show you (how this life is done). everything. we are in this. (brother, we are in this together) love, not said: but (always) felt.brother


floral little bookmy brain waves slow as i slip between the sheets. sigur ros is smoothing me with gentle giant beats. i radiate my body with a second cup of tea. nighttime is a time no more, a sacred place for me. drawn to the minutes in which only i exist. drawn to the minutes when my eyes and lids are kissed, by graceful gorgeous solitude and dreams i dare not say. by everything i cannot taste while darting through the day. of stars and wants and warmth, i am a dashing expert crook. you'd see what i have stolen if you'd only take a look. ffloral little book


stagerevealing my discuises, the crimson curtain rises. i lose myself, for, who's myself until it tumbles down?stage
give me back
Daisies

as softly we wereas softly we were ( for the first time,together,alone)as softly we were
";" followed ";" and proceeded (in deaf- ening silence) to lostness,both [in] adaze
his surface exactly was peachskin: electric fuzz and,tender if beauty is,at least (at least) as deep as skin (as this) what more,why more?
blue eyes:clear,and speckled-perfect-like galax(spiral)ies seen from asfarawayas death away from me (then seemed) away;such awayness as never
lips like only his lips,without simile pressed against and toward,, mine-toward,,invigor(vigorously)ating me? M


DistantHe worships things that look and sound like people. Polished icon goddesses on digital quality steeples.Distant
Meditate on the catchy, clever rehearsed phrases well-colored tip/tucked faces porn-like sex song-like life meaning and strife religious opiate fictions.
Flawed and dull, we live in the shadow of hollow alter statues. He'll never have faith in us, nicked, cut and stained, spellbound by the sweet art lies of music's perfect refrain.


DevotionMoonlight tints glitter falling from a burnt sky easing unworthy eyes of red sore sightsDevotion
like patient kisses, a clouded gesture equal parts beauty and decay,
hard to seperate in the poisoned atmosphere
The futile wishes from unwanted answers.
Wishes flowing unto dangerous paths, Leaving traces with bloody letters, A freshly written wound. Spilling ink onto loveless fingers. These fingers that forgot how to caress, Soothe the tender ones with brittle skin A nauseating warning, a bitter banshee siren. Like a loveletter signed with hostile intent.  
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The only morality lies in admitting you are evil.
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Do not be of the world, but in the world.
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The future you have tomorrow, won't be the same future you had yesterday.
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Do your chain HANG LOW.
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My Colorful Gallery of Fun
"Perfect Isn't Interesting."
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"El Arte se hico para uno expressar, hasta el corazon de uno este feliz"
°D-L ~TheExquisiteCorpse
°DRAWSKILL - Biggest LUNA Fan & IRA fan
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Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
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