

just as a reminder this is to serve as a reminder only:just as a reminder
a watered-down attempt to keep it in motion with half-inch gaps between our changes in disposition as the course ink that chafes the corners of sulking mouths
lends palm prints to the apprehensive, cowering crowds,
a reason to strike through, mix colors and lap it up, closing the divide or humoring yourself at the loss you've become.
sometimes, much like this time,


hidden in whose humiliationwell pronounced to even the tightest of closed eyes, I stayed awake all last night looking for you, asking myself if I were in love with me, where would I hide?hidden in whose humiliation
I pulled on my newest dress and my tallest shoes and scoured the streets, stopping men, women, diseased stray cats, interrogating them on their devotion to me, how I made them feel
and if theyd really go so far as to die for me, for now.
I dialed random number strings and whispered  


soluble in waterIve been drinking in my sleep againsoluble in water
and in the bathroom and kitchen and
under the stairs
where our eyes didnt meet but warmed me like diazepam and summer swimming down stream; like a love
a break in the mnemonic chain.
If I dared to ask, I know youd hex
these tremors. Youd swear against all intentions of hurt while stroking that bent-twig in your pocket,
connected to strings, strings, cowardly things
the potency of my breath disgusts you.


toward amenorrheayou're mumbling again and the only letterstoward amenorrhea
I can actually see stumble out of your mouth and stick to your palms, like morning dew, cigarette breath and the paste you rubbed yourself down with when we first met.
I innocently pull you closer, finger the follicles of your hair, running my nose along the crook of your neck that swells so much when we almost do, but never,
really touch. your scalp lets go in sheets like re-used toilet paper or the broken linoleum tile under our feet. and when I try to press them back on you sob into my chest (a child
Devious Comments
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you cant move a cow unless you say "MOOve it
Make what you feel when it comes to art, not just to make art but to express feeling-~giyvin
Formaly~martango
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...:::MILAD SAHAFZADEH:::...
Web&Graphic Designer
Gallery:[link]
Website:[link]
Carbon Portfolio:[link]
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
<3
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C.A.N.D.Y - charity for the abolition of numeral discrimination through youth
Fairness and hapiness for all numbers.
Why are only some numbers special? Like 13, or 3 or 100? Pick your own special number and make it happy!
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Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
Honestly, though I know we don't exactly know each other, you're an inspiration to me and I'll never stop reading as long as you keep sharing. <3
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...The only real thing it's: Nobody talks during the orgasm...
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gotta be green
gotta be mean
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Violator3 - Analog? Mmmh... it's better than digital.
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I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
Then all New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine.
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♬ Yuu - [link]
I hope you'll take a look at mine too and tell me what do you think!
Best wishes!
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Violator3 - Analog? Mmmh... it's better than digital.
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