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It is quite possible the best thing I've read ALL year!!
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Your Little Puppet Showshe holds her self. Perfectly poised between reality And what she wants to see. Once she lets go, There's no fighting against her. "bitter" reality. There's no tears painted on her, Wooden face; No room for a heart underneath, Her oak chest. But still we cry for more. We long to see this joke, She displays... To clap when those painted tears appear, On her face. She'll tell us how much She Hurts inside, Tell us, continuous, How hard it is to.. "Live her life". But the audience isn't blind. Her act is convincing,Your Little Puppet Show
Black Outs

One Day...ive got butterflies in my head tepermental instincs but they sing to me "hold on", and I'm not sure I can wait quite that long. You're so fucking innocent And I've done it all before dont hate me for it, IOne Day...
cant change. is this how it feels to have a broken heart? You won't break me again.
They all told "it wont go wrong" but the moonlight dims and it echoes lies in my ear. I'm forever lost to sleepless dreams, starfilled skies bitter endings and bitter/sweet goodbyes.
I can see myself in this two tone mirror But it'


I didn't mean it like this.My eyes are closed But I'm not blind You can't see my tears Because they fall on the inside Break the clocks And build more time I asked for the truthI didn't mean it like this.
I was given your lies Why hurt him? ...To hurt me? Your selfishness Is but ordinary I'll accept the blame But not his fate How long will you leave it How long does he wait? Summers pass Winters to Spring Drifting away As his life is ending He'll wait for you At you're grave Here's to the worst decision You ever made


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a hill. a tree. soft green, linen and lace, apples and pearls and a rabbit hole.
it's an alice-in-wonderland hill. the sky is overcast and somehow over-bright. the tree is green and laughing and it is the middle of winter.
wind flicks across the hill, plays, taunts. laughs like the tree but brighter, lighter, angry or sad or bitter or...
a hill. a tree. abandoned railroad tracks. there's a cemetary over the hill. (you don't know how you know that.)
a girl is sitting where there should be none.
SCENE
she is fair and cool and bright like summer s
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"One word love: curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day you won't be able to resist..."
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merry fucking christmas
Happy New Year
Cheers...Rowen
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...no virgin me...for i have sinned...i sold my soul...for sex & gin...
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"One word love: curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day you won't be able to resist..."
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-Aphrodite Aconite
Ama Me Fideliter!
Fidem meam nota:
de corde totaliiter
et ex mente tota
sum presentialiter
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Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue; the rest of us must color the sky as it really is or others might think we're stupid.
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