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Her Words

Created on 2003-03-27 09:02:57 (#970783), last updated 2007-06-16

821 comments received, 513 comments posted

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Name:Char
Birthdate:09-08
Location:Portland, Oregon, United States
Website:A-Minds-I
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Goldrush, my mind
with alcohol, and time
stirred up, assinged
to solitude...and our predicament
Whitewash, my mind
With accolades, in wine
sold up, resigned
to significance...and our predicament




 

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::About Me::

Maybe you should ask...maybe you shouldn't.

The BasicS

Restless. Wise. Dreamer. HatesLoves.
Musical. Passionate. Aspiring Nomad.
Shy at times. A loyal friend.
An intense lover. Your worst Enemy.
Vegetarian. Artist. Dreamweaver.
Heart Breaker. Walking Canvas.
...Like the wind...
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::\/::\/::\/::\/::\/::\/::\/::

Dr. Lindsay: "Oh, isn't it nice, falling and hating me! Here, breathing the air through Lindsay's trachea! Oh, rendered and torn, spilling my glass to the floor... hands in my hair, pulling and patiently dying... 'Why are you here?' were my words and I screamed them. 'Could you destroy a man in midday?'"

Arkham Deadfly: "Dreaming and evening, so are we twins! Listen, I whisper, your lips, how they twitch! The doorway is swarming with larva today, squirming and screaming as friendly men play! Thou art the empty, I am the thin! We are the bending blade stuck in your ribs! Thou art the tempest, I am the wind! We are the fallen man, tortured and skinned!"

"I've run this way twice before, and always the rats wading through dust. Doctor, silent and still, were you calling to me? The skies overhead have been crowded with wings, and hear the flies, how they sing! I've inched my way through mist before, and always the bugs leading my lungs! Doctor, silent and still, were you calling to me? The skies overhead have been crowded with wings, but hear the flies, how they sing!"

-Cinema Strange-



Zombies are love.


      
christian death is love
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