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Tickling keys like a blind man On a red stage. Silence builds until there's Nothing Left to say.
Gray grass and willow trees Around the yard. There's nothing underneath except some bugs and a bit of plastic.
Pen snaps and beer caps, Behind the wall. And by then, I knew It was a horrible cause. But still.
Our thoughts Intertwined, and
Then twined in. Twigs, like twins and yellow things.
Sling a stone and kill a fish And be alone and wash the dishes And nevermind the nights alone.

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BlissAutumnGrey Pt. DeuxOn the boy's birthday, all the presents he got only seemed to deflate him more, and he pushed away his piece of cake. The clown, remembering his conversation with the Elder, spoke then to the boy. "Here, another gift." A box offered to the boy. He took it with indifference, and opened it to find a stone key. The clown, the cook, and the magician watched the boy apprehensively. Slowly, the boy's face changed to, not excitement or happiness, but plain curiosity. The clown decided to show him. The clown took the boy away from the center of the palace. After walking between corridors and up and down staircases, the boy spoke. &n BlissAutumnGrey Pt. Deux
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BlissAutumnGreyOnce upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a wonderful palace. Here, the boy could have anything he desired, and he could stay up as late as he wanted. He was happy for his first six years. Who wouldn't be, in such a heaven? But in his seventh year, something happened that puzzled everyone. The boy started to seem bored. "Why is he bored?" they all asked each other. The cook didn't know; his food was delicious as ever. The clown didn't know; his act was as funny as ever. But when the magician pulled his rabbit out of his hat, the boy just yawned. They were at a loss for actions. So, after debating amongst themselves about what BlissAutumnGrey
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cageGrasp the gun like the cage grasps the heart. Let it laugh, bubble up from the gut, Breathe from the middle, Bear it lots, bear it little. Flecks tear from the nib, Hear the ink stains sizzle. Hear the beats beat 'dizzle, Hear the beat beat beat humming. Got a heart-bass-drum drumming. Got your body pumping, Got your senses running Down the stairs to the no light, Beat up lions 'til they bite. Watch TV. Drown stones. Break in. Break bones. Pin bones, feet bone, Sticks and stones, nigger-hoes. Jefferson obsolete, Break bones, cage
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Tod’s a mute, it doesn’t matter why. It doesn’t matter why, but Tod’s a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he’s on the other side and he’s singing, he’s singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn’t any point because no-one’s listening, because they’re all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can’t sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can’t sing.
Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound’s only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never The Curvature Of Oh
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Butterfly trapsWe caught butterflies in our eyelashes that night Long woven traps of fraud intricacies They were so beautiful The way the sweat, the heat of the night glistened off their lightly dusted wings.
The skies played symphonies in our heads The constellations we traced in the grass The blank slates lying in our fingertips waiting to be drawn Maps lying up and down our legs
We sailed in the red waters, tasting the murky fog weaving through our hair between interlocked fingers through the tear ducts of our eyes came the sharp taste on the tip of your tongue. & Butterfly traps
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You.You are the small droplets of splattered paint that were never meant to be but somehow hold everlasting beauty You are the crooked zipper that took a few extra tugs but always came through in the end, interlocking two sides perfectly. You are the euphoric thought that rushes through my head at the best of times and the worst of times, that knot in the back of my throat choking my words, the crack in the ground that catches my eye I've suddenly collided with because I've fallen without the least possible thought.
You are flawless. You are everything I want to be, everything I want to have in my grasps. You You.
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hm.

Fri Oct 19, 2007, 3:31 PM

so, i've decided that i don't want my artwork to be eternally stored on this thing called the web.

i'd much rather be a passing thing.

a fad.

we'll see about the future.

but for now,

to the screaming masses that adore me,

i'll see you later.

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Current Residence: Somewhere
Interests: I find it hard to interest myself.
Favourite movie: Amelie
Favourite band or musician: Modest Mouse, Yann Tiersen, Miles Davis, John Coltrane
Favourite genre of music: (Prog) Rock. Jazz. Blues. Some rap.
Favourite artist: God, if she's up there.
Favourite poet or writer: Saul Williams
Favourite style of art: Shit.
Operating System: Mac
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite game: Pokémon
Favourite gaming platform: Wii
Personal Quote: Hi. My name's David.
Tools of the Trade: Mind and heart.

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~LittleLottexo

Jan 24, 2009, 8:33:43 PM

_{come back.}

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_{"...as always, she was late."}

~LittleLottexo

Sep 6, 2007, 4:33:32 PM

Thanks bunches for the

on Butterfly traps

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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."

Super angsty hero of supreme megness, as dubbed by German antichrist jesuit cannibal god!

*Vic4U

Aug 18, 2007, 3:37:07 PM

thanks for the fav'

~LittleLottexo

Aug 10, 2007, 6:32:24 AM

Thank ye for le fav, dear

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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."

Super angsty hero of supreme megness, as dubbed by mister german antichrist jesuit cannibal god