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summerThe Christ wears three and a half weeks, some untold miles and freeway offramps. A plastic messiah painted in street sores and whiskey; amber from the barley and the lonely land we haven't yet paved. He tells us about war but he's never seen the dead. He tells us about revolution but he's never read Marx.summer
He's thirty eight and wears sixty years of cold, dirty nights. His eyes tell broken stories of the worst kind of falls. We knew better than to listen.
Amy kicks dandelion seeds across the bank and watches gravity become another theory we haven't yet proven. She smokes the right kind of cool; drifting through the sil
by ~SameOldSongs
the train at noonShe's making love to Ginsberg on the Metrolink, dancing nameless rhythms against the steel. A page for the park, a page for the bullet sparrows, a page for the industry alley of burning windows that chased us along the tracks with sterling sun flashes.the train at noon
Across high rise office glass; sky cerulean pouring around the Citibank, a pacific sapphire loan office, mercurial fast food bases; and she turns a page for them all.
Under our feet stubborn harmonics moan around yellow straw corners and blank fields.
I find moments of pulsing static, waning down aisles, dripping through psychedelic headphones. It sounds
by ~SameOldSongs
the parkby ~SameOldSongs
Janisby ~SameOldSongs
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EpitaphAct IEpitaph
I remember when I lost my mind.
Act II
You're an idol carved of plastic and faux ivory. Because you aren't worth killing for.
You have more than one sky. More than one shade of blue to paint it with. Skin weaved out of holocausts and superstition. Apollo whispers on your fingertips. The sun trembles somewhere under your shadow. Praying for warmth. The moon hangs on the horizon. Praying for a fix; an eclipse. But in our world there are towers that actually scrape the sky.
They call them skyscrapers.
Act III
I sent my son to find you. Sent h
by ~Wharf-rats
Ebbing Wavesby ~Lemmy-X
Devious Info
- Current Residence: California, USA
- Interests: Writing, literature, music
- Favourite movie: Terminator 1&2, City of God, Contact, Primer, Pi
- Favourite band or musician: Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Sublime
- Favourite genre of music: If it's good, it's good
- Favourite poet or writer: Margaret Atwood, The dude that wrote the bible, Dylan Thomas, E. Hemingway
- Operating System: Still not sure what this means...
- MP3 player of choice: CD Player
- Shell of choice: .308 Winchester (7.62x51mm NATO)
- Wallpaper of choice: Paint your walls.
- Skin of choice: Yes.
- Favourite game: Socom
- Favourite gaming platform: PlayStation 3
- Favourite cartoon character: Bender, Dr. Zoidberg, Homer
- Personal Quote: R.I.P. Irony and Sarcasm. They went out murder-suicide style :(
- Tools of the Trade: Black Jesus testah-fying in my heart!
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"God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist."
[Charles Baudelaire]
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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