Winter Is HumiliationThey reach their naked arms towards the sky Like veins searching the hollow dusk Their twisted hopes cry gently in the empty wind As silent roots whisper to the porcelain snow- Winter is humiliation.Winter Is Humiliation
ErMy secrets will destroy me I can feel them pushing me to the edge of delusion But without them I am just a billboard Without them I am no one, A lost entity,Er
Hopelessly drifting in a world of wretched duality.
ComfortI long for the comfort of a quiet, robotic existence Cushioned in the safe, grey chains of denial and the soft rapture of ignorance I don't even have the answers And yet the questions alone haunt my sanity I am trapped in an eternal merry go round of paradoxes Stranded between madness, truth, and time.Comfort
Sand Castles were BlossomedSand Castles were blossomed -- by the yellow ChildrenSand Castles were Blossomed
who were sopping-wet from the syrupy sun and living in their cakes.
Those two.
They sat together on the shaking sand -- watching Children play.
Her heart was coiled around his face like a cotton scarf of gingerbread warmth on a fr
i hate european keyboards too.. they're all different... bastards.
miss you maddie me jebus
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my utility belts tells me its to the bar, batman!
P.S. The goddamn apostrophe has disappeared from this stupid European keyboard and I am therefore forced to use à.
and i didnt figure, but it made me smile, all that bench sleepin
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-Act on Impulse-
"No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live as we dream - alone."
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The Lord said "Ask and you shall recieve" ..terms and conditions apply..
There is no instinct like that of the heart. ~Lord Byron
If love is an apple the flesh is the sin.
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