In other news: I am really starting to hate my dA handle, but I have no idea how to change it and not go through a bunch of hullabaloo.
eh...


Break-Up PoemI. You backbend into a categorical imperative, attack abstraction in a fiercely sequined leotardBreak-Up Poem
its colors extend all of you reflexes & if you get too into the motions It will never leave your skin, Your body will be scaled by Hegelian defenses Filtering doubt into cynicism.
I dont want to be a net for some cracked philosophical ballet wont be your sky dont want to be flown through with a casing of galvanized ideals. You teach a terrible lesson of exactly how to hope Responsibly & when to give up on the unconditional. &nb


Missed ConnectionQuarter after ten I started staring at your mouth through the lattice-work A crimson tumble of leaves obscured youMissed Connection
down to a small bit of desperate cigarette fingers. Angled against the smoke,
on a sharp side-swept chin, I saw the beginning of a textured shadow,
it extended to just beneath a peaking earlobe.
You only smiled once. with lips that bowed inward with a slight pressure while you taste whatever it is you were drinking. Despite its leafy red determination to conceal
the window let through a glimpse of black frames. You were wearing gl


Recipe for TellingInfuse rot with communism on a 3 : 1 ratio Paint with the purple spiraling smoke Roast your lower half by jumping across a lemon fire Choreograph an empty set of dancing Finger your lips to stifle the speed Combine all ingredients in the heat of two teaspoons making love in the quiet of a kitchen drawerRecipe for Telling


SightDouble- triple- quadruplely refracted image, Glassy, membrane-mirror An edge for every coughing bit of flicker Concentric in its concepts of light Moves like imagination might if poured In molten eyeball forms Puncturing past the inefficiency of sight Its a trick The panes multiply Sliding layers drip quickly in all directions Against each other Friction of the usual Grating broken perception modes Outdate all with simultaneous inklings of a dying sun Ephemerality gets bent on the absence of Replication Replication ReplicatioSight
You made my day!!
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I'm in the sky when I'm on the floor
The world's a mess and you're my only cure-Le Tigre
The Beautiful =DeviantDolls
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