Ive been drinking in my sleep again
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.








Devious Comments
i.. just... LOVE this!!! everything about it. the tragedy that is presented like a lightweight song, from the first line to the last. it's incredibly good and so sweetly sad. if i wanted to pick my favorite line i couldn't, it's all great. let alone this little line:
"connected to strings, strings, cowardly
things "
what an effect! it's so playfully fragile, like some child's rhyme, and yet so heavy with melancholy. i could go on like this for a while, but i think a
thanks for writing this, i think i'm in love
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
Mmm hmmm....
Thanks so much for liking it. It's flattering!
What are your plans for the summer?
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
is it just my perception or do 80% of the people here suck? i mean, i just asked them
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the artist is the creator of beautiful things.
Oscar Wilde.
98% of the people here suck, dude!! haha I fucking hate them all. hahah
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