I just want to be there when I die. Can you take me? You don't even have to pull the trigger.
(why can't I deselect this damn stupid mood icon.)


I Am SorryI do not have room to apologize because I am trying not to feel guilty. I am not about to admit anything, and the blue shoals of my arguments lap out from me like a coral reef.I Am Sorry
So every time you sent a envoy in, one of my calciferous sentences pierced its hull, laid the back of its hands across your cheek again. And I am trying to apologize,
but I have never had the room: I branch and multiply.
my fractal spines grow through the door, I cannot get out. You have given up sending envoys in, their broken ships rock on the radiating tides.
I am the Caliban of my loc


Artemis at EphesusWatching your mutilating phases; fifteen hands; a span abroad your shoulders rotate with the gutter-squeal of stone on slicking stone. Your legsArtemis at Ephesus
are futurismic radii, the moment of the first collects the moment of the next and so on so
you wear the basalt skirt, cylindrical with age; so each jaw of your Platonic faces clacks open on its armature, each articulated billion bearing catabolic teeth.
They keep you hidden, like a stadium lion. You writhe and vibrate through the basement lattices until they lead you out with weapons, crystalline


As Awesome As The Say It IsNot cherubic but cherubim, do not underestimate the importanceAs Awesome As The Say It Is
of that trailing suffix, like a blade turning every which way at the end of each sentence describing her. She is not soft and feathered like the other infants but bloody-faced, accusing. Her tongue is unused to the stupid syllables of her parents babel,
and when she complains it is not the petulant whining of a little girl but the flaming sword of that old testament plural, the stern rebuke of one of God's Own, who could dismantle her father in a second, could destroy her mother with a word.


Port Chester Rail StationLick the sky: its naked brain Bind mother and father, bind the world Bind them to the corpse of Russia Bind Iowa to these railroads The anemic nation lost in its own cavernous chest woundPort Chester Rail Station
Let France rise up and eat this town alive And let industry have his daughters back; The leaking lanes of this lovely city
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>engage.
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A violation of a statute. Copulation with an android; absolutely against the law, here and on the colony worlds as well...I wish I could do to you what you did to me, he wished. But it cant be done to an android because they dont care.
So once again. I really like the way you write. So keep posting here, so I can continue stalking on you.
do you have msn?
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-Infancia® é o estado mental e espiritual onde predominam a pureza e a inocência.-
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-Infancia® é o estado mental e espiritual onde predominam a pureza e a inocência.-
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My Etsy Shop > [link]
quote from journal, tue 13 sep : "I also want EVERYONE to look at that as well as 'Illuminate'"
why don't you set it as featured deviation?
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