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Lunch Break ConversationWe leave no topic untouched—but, ironically, our food is left so. My self-inflicted hunger and the aching of your back suggest a burden—one that causes us to have a burning desire to consume something other than aliments or insipid lovers who secretly and obsessively scrutinize and suspect pictures sitting in wallets—and especially those blinking and lingering in the massive gallery of profiles in cyberspace. And it is these lovers who enable our passion—words— to kiss our cheek and lead us to emotional death.Lunch Break Conversation
We are immortal—living a vicious cycle of being resuscitated by people who say “I love you&#
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How You Move Your HandsHow you move your hands Across my body And your voice— low and tender Ticks and tocks of wisdomHow You Move Your Hands
In my heart, I know you’ll stay with me And I let you whisper until I drift into a dream
For many years, I am able to trust you And I love you, and wish to have you forever But you’ve been killing me softly, softly, loftily Cutting my locks of life and carrying me Slowly, lowly, into the moist earth of eternity
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SandcastleMorning dew drops coagulated and fell like tears, from the leaves on the trembling branches of a nearby tree. The tree of life, he thought to himself. He continued to focus on her, so much he could no longer distinguish her and his previous thought. He smiled, she is life—the slender girl under the tree with high cheek bones, rosy lips, and skin like polished porcelain with hair too dark and enticing to be hers. Her name was Agota, but ignorant of this—for he had hitherto loved her behind a fort of fog—Armando thought of her as Gota, for having a drop-shaped scar on her left cheek which he imagined had been molded by countlessSandcastle
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we're just imposters,
posing as stars as we fall
from the sky,
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I write.
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."--John Milton
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we're just imposters,
posing as stars as we fall
from the sky,
~ohsostarryeyed
I write.
Write with me?
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I like to shoot people
I also like to shoot animals
I like to shoot pretty things
would you like to see? -> [link]
--Hudson
It's been a while.
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."--John Milton
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I like to shoot people
I also like to shoot animals
I like to shoot pretty things
would you like to see? -> [link]
--Hudson
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."--John Milton
--
I like to shoot people
I also like to shoot animals
I like to shoot pretty things
would you like to see? -> [link]
--Hudson
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
I truly enjoy you're work--keep those Deviations coming!
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."--John Milton
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Bishonen, Kishigo, TMM oh my!
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."--John Milton
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