| my works of nothingness, please enjoy at your own risk. |


sunsetting.i. can you tell me just this once how difficult flying without wings is? can you help me understand how hard it is to breathe when your lungs are rising with water?sunsetting.
ii. i bite the fabric that clings to your arms when you envelope me with your body. let's get lost in the backseat of the car at 3 AM.
iii. i can hear your wrists crack when you're chained against the wall. you say i have your key. and within my heartpocket, i think i do.
iv. love isn't enough when i've weathered the storm and on the horizon


we are.oh, the days that we wait the eterneties of stars and galaxies colliding in our eyeswe are.
the days that we love and the love that we spend on us like golden dollar coins
the days that sit thoughtlessly when we melt into fabricated stories and sleep, endless sleep
the days that we want alone, forgotten together, life exponentially growing and growing
the days that we leave stretching our aching bones and hiding in our clouded thoughts
oh, the days that we wait for each other, for one another, for you and i,
us


the girl, the girl.her fleeing footsteps running bare on speckled tiles glistening and waxedthe girl, the girl.
i can see her charge head-strong, head-on and flying baring her soft smile
fly, see her spirit it is dim upon the sky but watch her light shine
so melodious i cannot stand her voices they insult my heart
get away from me i cannot love you today nor can i ever


do it now.dear somebody, dear boy playing with his trucks and dear girl with her barbies, dear homeless man, dear two-piece-suit, dear dj, dear composer, dear prostitute, dear ice skater, dear perfectionist, dear woman, dear man, dear child, dear babies and dear elderly, dear witch-doctor and surgeon, dear socialist, dear democrat and republican, dear hippie, dear communist, dear black man, dear white woman, dear hispanics and asians, dear lesbian, dear transvestite, dear photographer, dear painter, dear musician ordo it now.
| my works of nothingness, please enjoy at your own risk. |
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
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a melting pot of truth and fiction
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Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
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because i love you.
yes i am an anime fanatic.
avatar by =elicoronel16
--
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
--
because i love you.
yes i am an anime fanatic.
avatar by =elicoronel16
--
a melting pot of truth and fiction
--
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
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