rebirth in the undergroundi like replying to people, but it will take me a while.
oh, and i want to write again.
*love*
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a poet's dinnera poet’s dinnera poet's dinner
he traces the curve of her spine the taught, arc of her stomach she, the lioness, stretches - herself -
out - her limbs, unfurling fiddleheads vibrations barely bristling across her
by ~Real-rabbit
in need-dreamer- -wistful one- catch those spider webs on your fingers and bring them to me (dew-toed and bramble-haired) run through the woods -wild creature of light and shadow- hang by the corners of my windowpane gather those delicate silk prodeucts to feed to me i want to suck them from your fingers hungry –i am starving famishedstarving for those carefully woven ideas and words run, my child (please hurry) to your mother’s house, your brother’s house, youin need
by ~Real-rabbit
exclaimah! and ha! and just ! !! the pound and the thud and the gasp captured in ! - !! and the italian gesture the overwhelming (! - !) verbose physical - ! of clenched fists and swooping armsexclaim
oh! -but this is joy! exuberance! ! - love !love!passion!life! the sun !-gloriously! climaxes over the trees the silent !-scream! of eyes as they !-beam! and !-shine! and - ! just - ! &n
by ~Real-rabbit
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grey-grey
seven bitter greys rearrange themselves along the charcoal stubble of a monochrome rainbow. suffering the thin air, they utter several choked cheers and raise their skinny fists:
‘we've found the light.’
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by ~champion-of-idiots
hallways-hallways
anatomic shadows whisper to taunt and drown out the vague, still quietude of darkened halls.
echoes prevail even as their volumes wane.
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by ~champion-of-idiots
-For-get out of my headsometimes i wish i could forget i wish i could start again be born again-For-get out of my head
forget this life and start anew get these thoughts out of my head forget these thoughts in my head get my thoughts to be dead
i wish she never read it i wish i never said it i wish i could forget it
by ~purple-carrot
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- Current Residence: Hartford, CT (school) Jersey is home
- Interests: reading, writing and ice hockey (and a whole lot of things that fall in between)
- Favourite movie: atm Garden State
- Favourite band or musician: i always say Radiohead even when i'm at a point where i'm not listening to them much
- Favourite genre of music: i have an open mind
- Favourite poet or writer: poet: Neruda (most of the time) writer: Nabokov (J. D. Salinger or Frank Herbert or . . .)
- Shell of choice: Volume equals the integral of 2 pi (rad.) (height) thickness
- Skin of choice: potato skin, with catsup - mmmm. . .
- Favourite game: poke quack ;~)
- Favourite cartoon character: Merlin from The Sword in the Stone cracks me up, but my all time favorite is Eeyore
- Personal Quote: "'Listen, if you're not gonna be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.'" - Salinger
- Tools of the Trade: any random scrap of paper and a pencil or pen
- Email: WHAAeryn@optonline.net
- AIM: wire gauze11
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than try to sort through
any warning signs of missing comfort zones "
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<youthculture>AAHJ THERESN A FLY ON MY NONUEIET
<youthculture>MONITERN AAAA
How's this for an ad? Do you like your page being used as staging area for the whoredom of your fellow deviants? Do you feel that the sole reason they visit you is to conveniently drop a link to some pet project of theirs that you could care two golden sniggles about?
I know I do. And to follow in a great history of contorting bodies, gyrating, and toe-sucking, I shall expose myself to the pages of my fair, fellow deviants. *Flashes and let's forth extreme gases from his mechanical backside*
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My twin brother
And as you wander my halls of justice, do not fret in fear and fright at the lack of visitation by your follow critiquers, the black widow was hungry. You know the one from Wicked City? I bought her on a blue light special.
*Insert word column of nonsense to completely wipe out your front page here, A gigantic johnson of chain mail, pyramid schemes and other social bondage plans you don't want to sign up for*
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