arthropod-kingWhisper

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Diatribe...She gazed into the pond. She was drowning. / Until she glanced at her left side, and she realized / **SHE HAD GONE COMPLETELY INSANE**.
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Nov 12, 2011
The Principle Behind Destroying CloudsYou cannot break a clay tile by just placing your finger upon it. To break it, you smash your fist into it. / (*The same example applies for destroying clouds*.) / Always keep this in mind.
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Nov 12, 2011
StorytellingI tried, believe me, I did. / If only you could have been there to watch it. / I ran inside myself.
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Triumph Fragmented…But you suddenly turn the eyes, dreaming of a long forgotten lore about sails and the glorious ocean. Maybe the mighty heavens above dismiss you into a complete, perennial dissarray of moods. You gaze above, the blue dome above you staring back down, solemn and absent, appathetic, yet hardened with eyes petrified in iron justice; spears of the coldest grey stone that quash the will into bitter dust. You have sinned, and you must pay the price of transgression. / **Clutch, no thinking, clutch onto the cliff, quit your pondering, and clutch for dear life unto the grey stone, it is your pondering that will cause your eventual downfall**. / Look above: the oceanic heavens, of a mighty azur beckon you!!!
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Nov 12, 2011
Semen on Porcelain*It is at this point*. / I usually am very effussive with words and all that, but I just don’t have it in me in this moment. / I no longer remember the last time I felt life cascading into my limbs, from my heart.
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Nov 12, 2011
Still Life - Agonist SuspenseA complete cycle later, and there I am, ohh, that feels weird. Terrible longings pulling on my stomach still, face turned to sunrise, that sun that never rises, an excrutiating dawn that lingers in the atmosphere, a sun that never rises, its climax forever postponed, always in suspense, **it never rises**, it never reaches its finale, suspended in the sky, constantly bleeding its red-yellow light but never attaining resolution, **it never rises**, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, **it never rises!**
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Nov 12, 2011
The Funeral MarchPardon me for making this such a short visit, but this is only a **fleeting trance**.
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Nov 12, 2011
Quiet Sigh*Peace at last*.
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Nov 12, 2011
My Idea of a LandscapeThe air whispers in my ear every day, but I don’t hear it. / Musical notes turn into background pollution that only my body listens to- not me. / A fleeting flock of images roars past my eyes, in a rapid swerve, lost without a destination.
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Nov 12, 2011
Just Let Me Reach OutJust let me reach out… / Let me touch your face. / My contact delivers…
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Nov 12, 2011
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