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absinthe-absinthe
once she licked, there abrupted
a carousing most unmerry
for the sour mix could not replace
a certain absinthe party, duly noted, missed tumblers for fools displayed thick layers of sunrise, climbing glass walls to be copiously imbibed. slowly it dawned upon this retainer
her young choice taken stepping stoned with only promises to voice, sadly
awkward, she wanted the bitter punch of friends with motives she dimly understood, but her adjusting stirred the table of contents into
unwelcome and unnatural food
for thought in immo
by ~myrth
peace-tied-peace-tied
i can feel your metal music
melting away
your arms becoming
peace-tied
weapons, distant vessels
hanging
at distant sides, forsaking our distant future's defense.
i can feel our secrets spilling, your mouth moistened with
foreign tongue sealing letters of this liason, so paper bl
by ~myrth
afterbirth-afterbirth
after the bloody rebirth she asked the doctor for consumption, a pretty placenta
he had delivered malnurished malicious malodorous malingering
malaise.
and she buttoned up her body, saying put my breast in a bottle and leave me be.
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by ~myrth
widow-widow
when'd i perch here last,
outside empty
stories floors below, willing each window to find his single human
frame. small rooms squeezed
walltowallpaper,
more married than we were
to a pattern.
now this watch rusts, a brittle open cage
above home,
stormy seas nothing of meaning but sky and i perch here,
inside empty
stories years ago.
wishing he were never found
and i was still
a widow, unframed.
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by ~myrth
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What We Don't MeanWhy is it that everyday we are bombarded by a series of statements that tend to be the most insincere things anyone has ever been subjected to? Throughout the day, people spout off nonsense about their best wishes and their condolences without thinking about what they’re really saying. The fact of the matter is, we’ve become so impersonal as a society that asking someone a question is as good as assuming that they weren’t really going to answer you anyway… and they usually don’t.What We Don't Mean
Take for instance the question “How’s it goin’?” How often in your day do you say “How’s it goin’?” without really meaning it? What about when you thank
by ~draco490
Apocryphal Apologia - Part IChapter OneApocryphal Apologia - Part I
Greedily inhaling the chilled crystals of morning, crunching gravity, as enthusiastic feet pound against seemingly spring-ridden tarmac, sending shocks up legs slowly awakening, and expressing through their cylindrical, semi-conscious haze a desire for more frequent, stronger vibrations to course through them. A body eager to be shaken into action, and a mind like a sunrise over a sheet of ice. Eyes - as if sight a sense newly bestowed upon their possessor – bringing new clarity and, in whispers, revealing secret simplicities that only dawn can bring to light. Yes, that was how it used to feel.
Blake want
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Guide to Successful PhotografyPhotography is the perfect art for people who want something without having to spend a great deal of time bogged down with the tedious task of creating it. Where you have to form worlds from the ground up in drawing or writing, you can simply point a camera at things people can see with their plain eyes then sell it to them for cash. It’s like having your own regulated air-selling business! How can you go wrong?Guide to Successful Photografy
Of course, photography is more than just pointing and clicking. The camera is a very complex tool, and you should at least be able to explain how it works to whoever you’re pointing and clicking at. Photography
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
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Lessee....lessee...an emoticon...
There we go!
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