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leaves

we live at the bottom of a pond bathed
in the drum of a muffled world captured in distorted images that hold us apart
time grows old trees persist with greedy roots
that steal the murky waters
our eyes dry throats parch and
(at last) we become leaves and vines

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8existance is under rated
the worst that could happen would be if nothing had ever happened
I am so glad that I exist 8
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consonantdusk trips softly over the spine broken furniture we have recently married ourselves to now that it’s tailored up in pleated fabrics to counter the character of mold and audible creaks the wreak of natural comfort permeates our ridged bones like gossip in the life (starved) web wrapping us in loving tightness until we have no secrets consonant
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an empty kid and the...seven little angels folding at the creases tell me what do they know cause I’ve been lying here awake wondering for days and days what are they
ninety-nine vultures with lovely intentions peering in through the blinds canvas and paper wings, they are making not a sound I hear what are words
twenty masqueraders all done up in checkers everybody gets a smile Amoretta lead me a perfect mile of transcendent voice and broken heart what is love
and all the while you stood at the podium and you talked about Jesus and current affa an empty kid and the...
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volume: Forgotten Exil, part 1Wind wisps through the hollows, wrapping around trees born of ages past. Where tiny lights dance in and out and around the world of evernight. Where staring eyes with wings of death prey upon the weak and lonely. Where a haunted thing whispers haunting dreams and scratches and scrapes for something unseen. He stands reaching, crying out to a lifeless moon for answers he will never know. At least never again. There was something in the book. Something dreadful. Something he must see, for no other eyes could and remain alive. It must be in the stream by now, displacing its crystal blue current with that of some dark dimension. He must look. &nb volume: Forgotten Exil, part 1
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I can't think :(

Mon Nov 2, 2009, 7:45 PM

Mood: Frustrated
Listening to: Imogen Heap
Eating: cantalope
Drinking: water

I have a bad case of writer's block.... and ants. here's the best I could come up with:

Once upon a time, Andrew willed death upon every ant within a mile of his kitchen then sat down and wrote something awesome.

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Current Residence: I wander the catacombs that lay beneath a city of dead angels.
Interests: Probing the thoughts of blind people.
Favourite movie: .hack//sign, Road to Perdition, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Stay, The Ninth Gate
Favourite band or musician: DMB, Tool, Enya, The Sundays, Atomship, Coheed and Cambria, YoYo Ma, Between the Buried & Me....
Favourite genre of music: I feed off of songs that hold glimpses of the outside.
Favourite artist: Yoshitaka Amano
Favourite poet or writer: Lovecraft, Bakker, Pratchet, Irving, Poe, Susanna Clarke
Operating System: office xp
MP3 player of choice: ipod (white, 30gb 4th genertion)
Shell of choice: spent bullet shell
Skin of choice: My own...
Favourite game: final fantasy 9
Favourite gaming platform: just about anything
Favourite cartoon character: Taiki (Twelve Kingdoms)
Personal Quote: It's not "I think therefor I am" it's closer to "I perceive therefor you ar
Tools of the Trade: The rantings of a tormented soul I keep trapped in a jar on the table.