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Home Is Where The Heart WasIt wasn't here, but not far off she promised into my neck as we walked the night between each streetlight spot, watching our breath freeze against the air. We were coming to the end. Village thinned into bracken here, blackened by the lateness of the hour to a shadow stretching up the mountain, bulkier than the terraced puddle at its feet. Further, further away; then she announced we were close enough, took my hand and turned.Home Is Where The Heart Was
Lights heaved up to every point on the horizon, blazed with a decadent abandon that drowned stars. The sky was a sunset se
in Open on 4/18/08
---A corner of blanket, curled where I left it.---
The slowed breath of curtains. Inhaling, and exhaling.
The sun's arm between them, rolled across her waist.
in Open on 3/2/08
EndorGrown-ups never knew anything. "Too early for apples" We went anyway, basket bouncing on knees shock-proof with youth. She fed me the choice fruits gleaned from appropriate storybooks: there would be apples, and blackberries, jam trees and rabbits. We would climb the sprawled limbs of softly-breathing trees to look the Sun in his august eye and pick blessings from his palm. Not for us the crumbs of Hansel leading back to barren stretches of road they would have us walk on opposite sides of. We would have Wonderland, holding hands down the rabbit hole. ThEndor
in Open on 9/25/07
Loitering Without IntentYou were a cigarette called Hamlet I inhaled on those afternoons, leaning on sun-charred walls. Life was hazy as the air between us, padded with puffs of gritty coughs and idle talk - and we'd say anything but what the timetable said - for an hour or four. Classrooms, foundries: we'd find the hell-holes where others toiled; slouch outside; smoke them out like foxes from our world. I breathed in all you breathed out and vice versa, wrapped up in our cloud of thin insulation. True, it blew away so fast, in the face of your dad's angry cheeks and brandished bellow, &nbLoitering Without Intent
in Open on 6/14/07
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Is It So Absurd?The thought of you and I Is like a chimpanzee Shouting French at me, “Vous etes un singe", With each swing by.Is It So Absurd?
The thought of you and I Is like the measured laugh, The type the short giraffe Has learnt will fall From those up high.
The thought of you and I Is like a lion at rest Trying to pump its breast For one last roar Or one last sigh.
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- Favourite poet or writer: p.g. wodehouse, douglas adams, terry pratchett
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"Why must my love be so blind? I thought I could love someone else...but now here I am crying out my heart for I still can't get you out of my head." ~Me
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<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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