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Nov 23, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Once a band gathered and then they sang for my father
Everything sang for someone in the world
Someone sang a song of an old photograph Photograph
It's about how he said that he wants to be a child
But how can you turn back the flames of time
A faded image of a bride playing this uke
On a journey, in a car, closely related
Still maybe a girl will show you how to use the wire
Sentient bob is a man who often asks
What should we do when we carry the water
Everyone likes the birds
maybe someone has a big fat plan
come on may I say all the good mother's play
Now we're on a sailing boat
Telling the truth
Sometimes that's all there's to do
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
on the the water
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an unused phone
balcony, cracked lips, eggs
a party, someone left
copious, the birds
cold feet, an golden trees
hung over
the, the Pigeon
after the clean outside
matters, 7 bottles of wine
breeze twitter, plate
but then, a sketchbook
a red curtain, the brother
empty, difficult
police, for what it's worth
water, floor
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another cure
sister, a Malaysian
dry, another one
screen, front door
whispering sun
firehose cloud
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
King, a king!
Kings should bow before before kings!
This ******* king!
**** the king! We need a new king!
King! King! King!
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
"Put a feather on it!" someone whispered.
"Roundabouts!"
The tank was full of fuel by now.
"Well, that's pretty strange!" he thought.
"If you think you can manage, it's fine with me!"
He appreciated her.
"Here's something for you!"
"Rushing sounds."
He ate an apple.
No flowers in the sun.
Woodlands as far as the eye could see, but what lay behind them was just out of view.
"Hoy!"
Magnificent, they were, but they barely would compare to a field of steel watchmen riding the mists of time.
"Cheeky!"
Here were monsters.
Cheeky.
Trust is oftend tried at the most inconvenient of times.
"Friday is a great day to go out, everyone does it!" seemed the only reasonable reply.
"Crisp fries on a platter!"
The people gathered in the streets.
She had a couple of drinks.
Monica likes Waltzes.
He appreciated the night sky for a moment.
A rough bundle of ropes lay scattered around on the floor of the empty appartment.
Rifles were loaded, hats were donned, it was a chaotic display of things.
Heavy traffic slithered trough the steamy morning.
Water rushed into the bathroom, a fish drowned.
Monica was made of different pieces of wood.
Tumbling bumblebees were far from here.
Water.
A gothic arch reaching high and wide.
Howitzers blazed loudly.
Effectively, he got kind of good at it.
Water rushed.
What he was waiting for, he couldn't say, but he was definitely waiting.
Jerry sells plaster.
Commercialising industries seemed like a good plan back then.
Jerry spoke to his female friend, who was unnamed for no specific reason.
Hounds.
Crisp fries on platter.
Radiant mushrooms spoiled the darkness.
Towering high above the the misty clouds, the collection of Eiffel towers spend their time bending to the wind.
I am a narrative voice.
"I am fishing here!"
"Howdy, clowns!"
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go all the way.
"Hey now, don't watch that, that's a terrible show!" she said.
Pianos were thrown.
"He shook his head." she said.
What they were looking at, no one could tell.
Very chaotic indeed.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
The librarian walks around.
I look to my right and see a classmate watching videos on youtube about boards of canada, if she looks to her right there's a girl looking at her cellphone, the video has bicycles.
The people in the main hall can be heard all the way on the other side of the library.
I took no pictures today even though I brought my analog photocameras, there is no visual recording of this day.
I look to my left and see a large flatbed scanner, it says EPSON in big capitals and in smaller capitals it says "GT-20000".
The artworks behind the window looking into the hallway look partly improvised and partly thought out.
The reflection of a grey sky can be seen when looking up.
I think it should rain but the clouds seem reluctant to do so.
I will try to write a song today.
The brown artwork is a tree with roots.
I think that is a bit much.
The clicking subsides.
The librarian remains silent, with a sporadic amount of mouse-clicks to break up the quiet atmosphere.
I don't know what the song should be about, in fact I would like it to be about nothing which is something not easily done.
The silvery-blue artwork is made of old plastic bottles.
I liked it, it was great though I am not a fan of the cgi blood used in some scenes.
I can forgive them for it.
I am anton, I am a man in my late twenties.
The large television in the library is turned off.
The noise in the background is noticable.
The door of the toilet is opened and a girl with heavy dark make up steps trough and makes her way back to her work.
The scarf is plaid, red.
I rode my bicycle to my university, the road was broken up and I had to be creative in my driving.
I remember that my classmate records the traces of people trough frottage, it's interesting.
The fingers of students on keyboards seem to tickle my eardrums, they are a bit intrusive.
I will stay in school for dinner.
The white artwork is skeletal and weblike at the same time.
The words are on the wall and on the glass window.
I visited my personal coach who helps me in school, we discussed my plans for the weeks.
The amount of sentences should equal 26.
The noise of typing shortly intensifies.
The words released onto youtube spell titles of songs. 14
I am wondering what to do next.
I am wearing Adidas shoes, they were considered cool when my ex's uncle gave them to me as a present; I felt reluctant to take them.
I visit a university where I study arts.
The head of the author is filled with chaotic thoughts.
I think my classmate has a funny way of typing, she seems to be talking to a friend on facebook and I am not creepy at all.
The internet seems slow.
I think about the amount of documents that must have been scanned on the machine, there are scratches on it.
The voices can be recognized.
I saw monkey heads.
The cables of the computer hang against my feet and are slightly irritating.
The girl next to me changed between videos.
I signed up for a few courses, my academy requires it's students to do so.
I eat and drink at breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The library is lukewarm.
I notice that my fingers already hurt from typing, or maybe from sending text messages from my phone.
The radiator makes a low rumbling noise.
I record stories and poems on casette tapes, they find their way into simple installations.
The garbage bin is empty.
I watched the first episode of Ash VS Evil this morning.
I am warm, I am wearing a leather jacket and a fleece vest over a brown t-shirt.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Paint me as I appear to the world
But his art was beautiful,
of good food literature,
You are a beautiful jewel
I opened my mouth and it felt like my soul was speaking in vowels.
And the years well get to share
Beautiful is a word that I rarely use...
****** metaphors are the height
in the deeper part of the forest,
Paint me soft
You fear that I might see them
Beautiful (10w)
"Beauty's in your eyes that see me as beautiful
Paint me in any manner you feel just
"You're beautiful"
The Artist
You are the most beautiful
Or it'll cover up your beautiful heart
more complex than pho,
Are just as beautiful as you
PERFECT
it flourished with vibrancy
his style lacked pencils, paints or ink
hotter than szechuan rabbit,
as bark on a roasted lamb,
but not the kind you think
Vowels/Angel
deeper than massaman curry,
but I wonder how it would work
You are your temper and your lips
eyes the color of fallen leaves
The scars you keep within
I wonder.
Eyes the Color of Fallen Leaves
You can go to sleep in peace
locked in his mind.
We always compare food to women.
He was different,
A jewel no one will EVER be
Paint me beautiful
Make the angels want to cry
sweeter than fresh cream...
Each time I opened my mouth, it felt like I was speaking in vowels.
You are that goodnight kiss
You are that tidy room...
Don't be afraid to remove
The brightest star upon the sky
The man was an artist,
Your brilliant rays of sunshine
Beautiful
for he kept it hidden
Your brilliant rays of sunshine
Beautiful
for he kept it hidden
But sometimes, I feel like you are a synonym for beautiful.
So when you sleep at night
It lacked a physical appearance,
Because I do not know how to define the adjective -
If I met a beautiful lass,
And what came only ever sounded a little like Y-O-U.
and I told her that she was lovely
Paint Me
in reverse...
But my Prince, I have scars too
You are your insecurities
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC