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There is a curtain on my window. It is wihite and tends to billow, as if I were aksng it to be a cloud, as if I had been starved of nature and bright skies. There is always a particular sslant to sunlight, which makes is uspect. Light does not really clarify anything. And if you look into it, all you see is a great blindness. It is the only thing that allows yu to see blindness.
Through y curtain I see a lot of things that I shouildnt. ut I know people watch me back, s it is all right. Its in my nature. The bright sky of voueurism. Tod


wordspill: phoenixAnd there is a fwoom and a flash that blinds me for an instant and oh the birdsong accompanying it is so much sweeter than before. Then my sight rushes back, vision is restored, and I stare up into the sky where my firebird wings its way to the sun. It was yeards and years and years ago that I first saw it flying away. I was only five, still a child, barely able to comprehend the beauty of what I saw. But for a days and days after, I have been told, I filled many many many pieces of paper with gold and red and a bird on its unerring course towards the brilliant sun. It made its nest in my mind, coloured my dreams for years and yeawordspill: phoenix


Live again another dayScrubLive again another day
Almost like staring at the sky. Kicked his legs-- it didn't help. His hand bobs up and down, up and down, in water and out-- it doesn't help. He's dying, he's dying, and he won't live.
His hand reaches something soft and he clings to it, grabs and pulls and his face bobs out of water --sweet, precious, delicious air-- and then he's pulled back under the sky. He's dying. He's breathing treacherous acid-water that burns his lungs away and all he can see is the shimmering white-blue sky, moving forever and ever without him...
And then he's pulled up above the deathly sky and he l


The Smallest RebirthSpiltThe Smallest Rebirth
The library book lay unattended, closed on the exam desk as though it had been either forgotten or conspicuously left out for someone to notice. And so it was noticedThere was no title, and the simple curiosity of humanity, to know what the others of our kind are thinking (if indeed they really think at all and arent all robots sent to comfort us in the face of some massive and unknown tragedy_ was overwhelming So I picked it up and flicked through it I cant remember what it was about. I feel like I should. It was an old book, well-read by other students before me, and it was suitably annotated


The phoenix risesThe grim glow over the scaffold Set sharply against the aerie night A hyper realistic image of humanityThe phoenix rises
Crowds gather in communal bloodlust But the dawn of an impending death Quickly chokes the rage crazed cries
A faceless cloak rises from the masses Gliding forward, candle in hand Air trembles through a final breath
From the vile fumes, a single sigh Reigniting the smouldering ashes
And from the charred array of death
The phoenix will rise anew
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Aw, you actually thought I was a nice person. ~That's real cute.~
I have been in a SUCCESSFUL long distant relationship for 2 years and 9 months. Ergo, I am better than you. Though I already was <3 Kthnx
~ThunderCunt~
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William Faulkner: "The past is never dead; it's not even past."
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98% of active deviants are living beings. If you're part of the 2% who's a zombie, copy and paste this in your signature. BRAINS!
Cow day contest! [link]
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98% of active deviants are living beings. If you're part of the 2% who's a zombie, copy and paste this in your signature. BRAINS!
Cow day contest! [link]
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¨_¨ 'Cause I feel like it
Now I'm speechless, over the edge
I'm just breathless
Happy go lucky! ^^ *Peace!
Jumps, hides, laughs, twirls- so many parts of me
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