The Bront' of the BladeSalty swirling sea spray splays against my face As we head to that place that lies beyond waves, The groan and creak of wood lingers in our ears As a wave lifts the bow. Hear the magic maskThe Bront' of the Blade
Crack and pop as the wind snaps through the sheet? That’s the very wind that takes us to that infinite White land we dreamed of together. When we lied down, two lovers – but not of each
Other – Do you remember me taking your hand?
You smiled and winked and turned your head To the clouds in the dank room of my musky
Motel. Together we squeezed our hands an
Title too long xDCan an intelligent man become something, or is this a task for the illusion'd belligerent? For, as I stirred the cube 'round my morning cup of grease an old friend dropped in. It seems he'd received a letter the night 'fore and could not understand the characters that it bore. Me, being a metaphysico- theologo-cosmolonigologian and rapt expert at translation of the miraculous language known as "gib'rash" -- of which all modern language is descendant -- had to take a gander. Upon immediately recognizing the word "humane" I jumped from my seat and exclaimed -- in a muTitle too long xD
Dear Social WorkerPlease note that I never left you there -- flailing limbs and shriveling hair, honestly the stench was more than I could bare.Dear Social Worker
In any case, you're being evicted today, but I wouldn't pay the wrecking crew any mind they are, of course, just doing their job. Where will you go? Oh, we already figured that out-- you are to be a gift to some scoundrel, he'll meet you on the lawn of the White House.
Try not to make a bomb explode, it would be greatly appreciated. Try not to make a bomb explode, it would be greatly appreciated.
Your drawings are being kept upstair
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...I dreamed I had wings. The first thing I did was give you my pair so you could feel the wind in your hair and see the things I've seen...
I was SO happy to see all the posts from you :]
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Cualquiera que haya pintado, escrito, lo ha hecho sólo para escapar del infierno.
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Fact---> Penguins can't fly!
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Garbed in ultimate fuck-uppery, black rotten heart covered in lipstick and gore.
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-J
Read and comment. Growth as a writer can only occur with criticism, so read and comment on my work.
Got any comments on On Birmingham?
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-J
Read and comment. Growth as a writer can only occur with criticism, so read and comment on my work.
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