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the oceanographernow is the time to be extraordinary when the sun has retreated and all the pulsing pain of your own heart surrenders.the oceanographer
Nothing is better than your love for love. Find a kindness Find who can make your heart a work of art And not just an organ
I am underwater in my periscope searching worlds for sticks and stones to break my brittle bones to crack my hard heart
and i'll watch them grow back from celestial skies
and from lying on these clouds i find tom sawyer leisurely painting picket fences
i only find myself
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stolen dreams of older yearsBlow sound in And a steel hand keeps All your thoughts tucked in Other days I’m glue and mortar And there are many days I could Walk down these silver springsstolen dreams of older years
When I did An old tear leered on the edge My heart in old earth And inertia curved in my favor
Oh if I blow that city down And live to die on stacks of ashes in the end I knew who had followed me all the way to the city The shadow moves, the shadow moon
Only if I blow this city I’m used to dying in slush of debris
Oh all the burdensome rules M
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ode to a con artisthushing you, bacchus mumbling into the telephone receiver telling me things to damn me into curiosity hushing you, I’ll never want to help you finish your sentences again placing my fingers on the phone, exhaling serpentineode to a con artist
hush, clever man, shush, I never wanted this to begin again you dropped off the map like Earhart disappeared like the Lindbergh baby clandestine as The Ripper
Holding Aeolus’ hand He helped me spit you out, blow you out my solar plexus Back to your home in the heart of Texas I put little curses in your body while you cascaded unconsci
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nectarYou feel good inside But there’s debris on your flesh And your secrets, secrets, secrets They pour out from the scripture of your movementsnectar
Your mouth says you’re at peace And your hands look like they are dragging through quicksand Trying to reach things
Is all you ever wanted A hole in your elbow to make you feel welcome
When light plays tricks on the living It’s when the dead bound up from the earth Welcome to my hearth. Welcome to my heart.
My ivory flesh fingers tap the glass I peer through Watching experiments u
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- Favourite movie: Sunshine, Amelie, Paris Je'taime
- Favourite band or musician: www.last.fm/user/cookieinmytummy
- Favourite genre of music: rock, post-rock
- Favourite artist: Lautrec, Dali, Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Bret Easton Ellis, TS Eliot, Oscar Wilde
- Favourite photographer: Gilad, JeanFrancois.
- Operating System: i'm soft!
- MP3 player of choice: iFraud. Actually, it's real now.
- Favourite game: BRAWL
- Favourite gaming platform: idk.
- Favourite cartoon character: Shake.
- Personal Quote: You're naughty.
- Tools of the Trade: Brain, with a slice of lemon for freshness.
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seriously, i have a can with like, 30 pennies in it, and i take them out and night and brub them together giggling maniacally.
-Kowalski, on being a money-"brubbing" kike.
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
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seriously, i have a can with like, 30 pennies in it, and i take them out and night and brub them together giggling maniacally.
-Kowalski, on being a money-"brubbing" kike.
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Try my Website here [link]
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Time is the bandage.
"She's a bitch... I called her a bitch right in front of her tits!"
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Try my Website here [link]
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