Being.
an absence ofgentle lover has gone for a morrow and left unto me his sullen shadow in dreams, my skin his lips to grace aching for his presence in this paltry placean absence of
fain, i to a death-like sleep, as he the subject of such bed barren dreams doth be this soul thus entrenched and heart's longing unconceited for his own didst love b'fore mine didst entreat it
the flicker-I watch the sun. -as I sit on a line that divides that ground off to my right, there is no sound- thousands of rocks are strewn around, a tumultuous upheaval of earth- to my right is a placethe flicker-
with no space between space darkened- no trace of life or of grace- I tenderly watch the sun.
I watch the sun. -as I sit on a line that divides the ground off to my left there is no sign of hill or of mound tis a vast expanse- as the mind of Rosencrantz I ponder the absence. to my left is a place with nothing but space untouched by man in his disgrace and left to g
favouriteTime for another silent drive...favourite
(crawling through caves
and hollow corridors, --a shifty flight --a stiff mattress comprable to the time when that favourite skirt was torn by the thorns
around the mailbox...)
...and nothing ever changes.
bright-aired sinningssilence or... bright-aired sinnings i have taken unto silence-- the shallow breath of angells. shrunken from repentence self-swallowed soul for'er strangled-- --in the depths of silence i find the ringbright-aired sinnings
of {bright aired} sinnings the predecessors of {forboding beginnings} the silence with which an angell sword doth sting--- for peace i pray utter not thy tainted sound! forsooth do not linger, do not stay thy mad tongue hath driven me under ground-- ~sweet silence stay to fill my ear~ bear thy sword, defeating the tongue's confusion if not, lock tig
Caught Throwing Stonesdear my love,Caught Throwing Stones
im writing this to let you know that at last ive pulled the blindfold and i can see what we both need we need two paths leading separate ways cause i know where yours will lead
youll be the one to live in the glass home youll be the one thats caught throwing the stones youll be the one to reap what ive sown youll be the one to live in the glass home
oh! how the path does wind and even on this lonely road i can feel you watching me and i just know that youll be patiently waiting on the side of the road with the grave youve dug for me
paper dolloh how the good times carry the weight of a paper doll and the bad times feel like stone it looks as though you've made a mistake and it's obvious that you've carried more than you can holdpaper doll
it's you cherie you'll be drenched in jealousy searching to find that perfect place to swing
and you will know it when you get there and i wont be far behind i'll be at your side till you decide to give in and i can watch your face glow as you swing till the sky turns gray and you grow so tired from being awake.
don't turn around cause you'll get a glimpse of
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Don't question it...
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- John
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
-love tori anne
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don't let your love
become a delicate display.
... all my love and adoration.
I just LOVE all your stuff! SO beautiful! Keep it up, sweetie. Love you!
-Michelle Spikes Palmer-
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Whatever the world offers you, Jesus is better.
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- John
Thanks much!
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