

and her name was nobodydid you know that when she sees you, she thinks of rain and rust? all she remembers of your kisses is metal tasting tongues. and today, even though you werent there she kept on smelling the air around and couldnt help but wonder why is it thatand her name was nobody
it smells of you. last night she went to sleep naked holding the body of a man. in her dreams she wished it was your breath on
her back, her stomach, hips, and legs.
when she closes her eyes, she can feel your dark eye lashes, and wide moving lips tracing the veins on her neck. at times, when she feel


there's no such thing asthey met during the death of a party, of all the poetic places. more people were leaving than arriving, and it was becoming apparent four a.m. was just too late for some people. not these people. she was a peroxide princess, flipping her bleached hair over one shoulder and popping her hip. she was sipping on a cloudy lemon drop, licking her lips lucidly. he was watching static slide across a broken lcd screen, a long crack running down the middle of the picture. he was wearing dark raybans that covered his eyes; the frames a partially translucent cheetah print, but you could only see it if you were looking real close. he was taking slow dragsthere's no such thing as
| "I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away." |
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Discover the God inside of you and it accomplishes the largest creations.
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We're not better, they're just.. worse!
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We're not better, they're just.. worse!
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"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
-- John Lennon
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