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max-matheson
French Physics student and aspiring writer/artist. Cycling and cooking enthusiast.
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I hunt antelope in human hordes. I haul three brooms on one shoulder. I don't clean up. I dance with specters and minuscule magenta men. I am the precocious girl in fuchsia heels and charcoal dress. I am the humble man with stark white tails. I pull drops of food from the ether. I pinch seeds from flower's eyes. I touch like feathers and embrace like mountains. I take leave when I want to. I am the shaggy oak watching his youth flash past. I am the alabaster orb and the effervescent waves. I eat the wind with a dash of cinnamon. I exude thunderstorms from every pore. I sleep with stingrays and the smell of wet hay. I spend blood-soaked bills without a second thought. I am the sinless murderer. I am the woman with eyes that mend bones. I fly with eagles in the cerulean. I fight Irish brawlers with my eyes closed. I capture hearts in nets of lavender and silk. I climb towering opal obelisks. I am the painter's muse and the singer's breath. I am the hoary frost on ancient limbs.
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May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 11:07 AM UTC
max-matheson
Lavender and silk
I hunt antelope in human hordes. I haul three brooms on one shoulder. I don't clean up. I dance with specters and minuscule magenta men. I am the precocious girl in fuchsia heels and charcoal dress. I am the humble man with stark white tails. I pull drops of food from the ether. I pinch seeds from flower's eyes. I touch like feathers and embrace like mountains. I take leave when I want to. I am the shaggy oak watching his youth flash past. I am the alabaster orb and the effervescent waves. I eat the wind with a dash of cinnamon. I exude thunderstorms from every pore. I sleep with stingrays and the smell of wet hay. I spend blood-soaked bills without a second thought. I am the sinless murderer. I am the woman with eyes that mend bones. I fly with eagles in the cerulean. I fight Irish brawlers with my eyes closed. I capture hearts in nets of lavender and silk. I climb towering opal obelisks. I am the painter's muse and the singer's breath. I am the hoary frost on ancient limbs.
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