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i cannot tell
whether or not
it's the weather
or my toes are
cold for other
reasons


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your thoughts
are like
an avalanche
melting
on top of me
like all the
oceans and all
the seas
inundating me
with backwash
and dead things
and oil spills
and a need
to drown


--


it is only a romantic notion
a dream for a higher purpose
special things that seperate


--


there was something worth it
up there, you told me


--


no one would ever think to look for me
there
(i too, deserve the sun, sometimes, sometimes)


--


you asked never
you asked
you asked never to
never
never to
never
never to sing
you asked never
never to sing
to sing
you asked
you asked never
never to sing
never to sing
never to sing that song to you


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watercolour my eyes a song
over the mountains
hold my ears close
and berate brush strokes - to my
liquid nourishments
solidify words in my mouth
so hard and crystal sharp
they bleed into my stomach
and grow trees up my pipes
blooming you morning
on all my photographs


--


a decade ago i


--


milk congeals strangely in paper cups
and funnier still when we call them styrofoam
or plastic.

or cups

--


pick apart those maybes;
there are some tasty could have beens hiding
under that rotting once was.


--


did you know you were destined to be a prescription-only drug?


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your pretence makes the future past, and our presence futile.

tug-o-warring with two strands of sanity
and only ever succeeding in
pulling them (along with the notion of stasis) further apart


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i enjoy long bus rides. the kind where you don't know where you are going exactly; only a vague idea of where to get off.
i like to read and write and rhythmically bounce my feet in my shoes to the music. i like to annoy.
i love it when it's cold outside and it is hot and stale and disgusting inside the bus; over-warm like bad dream sweat in the middle of the night. i like to catch the sun through the window and hold him up close to my face and say hey mister, you're hot.
i like it when it takes longer than you thought and your legs are kind of tired of staying in one place, like a child that's just eaten a whole packet of something delicious, i know I could sit and read my thoughts from 2005 for a long, long time, but when your shoes start dictating it's best to act before they start shouting.
(it's kind of embarassing if the bus is sardine full.)
i do not like the poles that so many people have touched, and left criminal evidence on (it only shows me that they are - it does not show me why). but i like the buttons. i like to press. but more so i love the buses with the cords to pull down on because it reminds me of being too small to reach and it reminds me of the time where my only responsibility was making sure my shoelaces were tied. (i'm still horrible at it.)
i hate it when i have my hands full and i can't jump down the aisle leaning on the tops of the seats for leverage.


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i have a love-hate relationship with the strange looks i always get.


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when you're quiet. don't be. scream because the sky still exists and tomorrow could be yesterday or the day before or tomorrow's tomorrow or some time last week.


--


i hate it when my hands are too full and i can't jump down the aisles using the tops of the seats as leverage.
a decade ago i couldn't wait for it to be a decade in the future. now a decade from now, will i want it to be a decade ago from now? perhaps just a half decade from now. nyes.


dA has been stuffing me around. this would've been posted an hour ago. le sigh.
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Forbsie Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
i like to catch the sun through the window and hold him up close to my face and say hey mister, you're hot.


This is a great line! It makes me laugh! Awesome!
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musashi2476 Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2007
Two words: GET PUBLISHED!!!!

This is so astounding I passed the laptop around to different people so I could watch their reactions to the piece. Thank you for this.
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starsdie Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2007
pick apart those maybes; / there are some tasty could have beens hiding / under that rotting once was.



sweetness, i love your thoughts. and that they're thoughts, not just constructions (like those i write...).
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2007
yours are not just constructions! i adore your writing so much, and i will not hear anyone degrade it, yourself included!

:heart: thank you so much, darling one
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sedimentary Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2007
snippets of moonshine. love.
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
hmm moonshine :D (meet me out back, i'll give you a good deal)
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sedimentary Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
better be free.
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
yes... free... hmmm your shoes look mighty nice
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sedimentary Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
my feet? :(
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2007
:o i didn't know you were a hobbit
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