josh-4
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How to cure it...
1: Jump out of an aircraft. Remember: don't forget to shout religious phrases learned from movies in order to mask motive. Works best when performed in the **** / 2: Get shot in the head. Cut carefully along dotted lines and glue pheasant cut-out to front of face. Warning: may not work in countries outside the UK or in built-up areas. Works best when performed in the **** / 3: Paralysis. Drink five bottles of whiskey or ***** (or five of each) and the decision to dart into oncoming traffic makes more and more sense. The knack to this one is pretending that the screaming vehicle coming towards you is your favorite grandmother offering you cookies (or other cliche snack item). Adds a complex psychological element when performed in the **** which will also aid to mask motive.
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May 18, 2019
Sea rose
Like dropping a pink *** of soil / or jumping through a wave. / Breaking.
10
Jul 12, 2015
Extent of the World
The shadows left the house today. / I felt them move away; like when you feel the sun across your neck in summer. / I've moved forward from those days of faded colors caught by long green weeds around the house in failing light.
5
Jul 12, 2015
Ripples
I am lying perfectly still / But the ripples of my heart beat / Lap softly against the small head
@Manhare
6
Aug 11, 2014
Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers
I found that ivory image there / Dancing with her chosen youth, / But when he wound her coal-black hair
William Butler Yeats
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Aug 9, 2014
Directions
A choice along one direction leads / to consequential choices based on quasi-essential needs. / And countless more directions;
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Aug 9, 2014
Little Hands - 1
Little hands. / Like mother. / And a cheeky smile
8
Aug 9, 2014
Musings
Is the body a part of death or death a part of the body? / Or, do death and the body only exist inside our minds? / Are we one part of a whole?
9
Aug 9, 2014
Depression
They call it depression, but it's an addiction to something that's not there- / It's an expression that we wear; it's repressed need-worn mentally. / And torn entities are born, but big men scorn with forlorn identities.
10
Aug 9, 2014
Stranger
I think I'm the remainder left over; / A complex number in an equation you found to solve. / You treat me like a stranger: holding me through
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Aug 9, 2014
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