Shmexy II is on shuffle and when it plays.. I'm thankful for the lack of feelings. I used to imagine this song, no, I lived this song, under a pink and sea green blast of neon and... Well, you. And I can't remember clearly because of the dark profanity of the DJ when you mouthed myself 'twisted' sunbeam.

Thank you lord for no feelings anymore

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Slowly I can feel you losing grip, and I'm just going to have the satisfaction of walking away. The idea of you not being around is getting usual like the empty, hollow chords I used to attribute to you. Honestly didn't see this happening but you and I were really a loss ( Read more... )

Say it like it is, Love: the scent, not an expression.

toothpaste gel and barefeet on the corking glass, what would it be without you>. all these medleys and rhythms never make sense when there's not a flame to strike matches igniting yellow cards and red foul outs with a single pound of the ball or a ducat perhaps and this untimely latch of Big ( Read more... )

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Random verse and rhyme at midnight, page numbers of hinting, underlined in crimson.
Wordsworth, cummings and Neruda.
sky white tulips and crashing tidal waves,
home is with you,
wherever we may be.

I can shine, even in the darkness,
but I crave the light that he brings.
Bless the day that he came to me,
My angel Gabriel.

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Validity comes in knowing that I am not swallowing the flames alone.

I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

Talk about a way to spend a Saturday Night (Fever ( Read more... )

And he said,
"You're my star."
She goes,
"You're my star too."
and he whispered,
"You shine brighter than anyone."

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