and that the Tees flows beneath the grass

IWNRYR is my island in the mist. surrounded and still warm. toes in soft sand, non granular. i wish we could both listen and feel the same thoughts and happy disappearing. i am afriad to share the part of me that is released to swim through the purple-orange sky with clouds like fresh bed linen, caressing.

i am working in some form of ironic hell, where every single word is heard with incredible analysis. i reward myself for disgarding thoughts into flecks of rubber on a4 paper, silence is the status of perfection.

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so it was pissing it down tonight. my clothes were actually stuck to my skin, not in a mildly irritating damp way, i mean papier mache mix slop on bones way. i got heckled because being in rain like that means you're gay. so i blew them some kisses, maradona style kisses to add that extra level of spice

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because our lips won't last forever, and thats exactly why

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I have now been on livejournal for 8 years.

can I just sum that whole period up by saying I didn't do much.