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Games of GodsHere is a softness which has grown, from innermost to outermost, I feel that this is all about ! We aren't symbolic until viewed by Gods questioning each other's gameplay -Games of Gods
perhaps they watch us as we do ourselves; still... We would be moving symbols that would not stop for study, and I feel, still, we all can smile as we share a softness Brushing ourselves with living friends sweeping grass through our fingers, simply speaking with our brethren, at the crests and the troughs In reference to myself, my inner working is what I feel, that growth is, in and out,
by ~agraphia
The FoolForced in deliberation, hypocricy; to rephrase a cycled broken morning, with that underground voice of a robot joked as human. This is a celebrated metaphor (Starbucks in hand) for a pencil this broken.The Fool
But focus grows, all the same, and the coffee level lowers to one which has been. And still passengers cough to the yawns yet unseen, In levels of robotic breath -
let's pretend it's not decaf.
Ah yes, another broken cycled morning which continues on from yesterday, to try and try - try to simply puzzle over such p
by ~agraphia
My myWrapped, my words! cycle-o Frieze, my pencils, hand Light from my hallways -My my
Voice from my stairs, Man-o-man, my lead my firm and rigid my wavy head ~ Soak and die Suck poison, this, My my-o-my My my.
by ~agraphia
temporary deathMy eyes won't close, my head won't rest, even though it's dull, numb, useless, Switch off! Wake me up fresh - happy for the day's future tests and trials that await the crisp mind but now I stare fuzzilly into the dark trying to bore myself, longing for that start of sleep when the mind dissolves itselftemporary death
and the body blends with the bed and time melts away in the brain-play, doing whatever it does unknown to the simple owner - like clockwork it winds back but now it seems my cogs have snapped apart and I keep trudging through this marshy time until
by ~agraphia
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freezer space 226Across my thigh today, I scrawled a word. In pink marker, A four-letter word.freezer space 226
Early today was found, An unidentified victim, A brunette teenage female, A suspected case of suicide.
No cause of death apparent, No exit wounds or bullet holes, No slash\'n\'dash or hit and run, Requires further examination.
They pulled away her clothes, And off white undergarments. They opened up her stomach, And examined what lay within.
They weighed and measured . They drew blood and tested. Trying to unravel the mysteries of,
by ~greendragon
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- Interests: art - music
- Favourite movie: Quadrophenia perhaps
- Favourite band or musician: Tom Waits
- Favourite genre of music: folk or rock 'n' roll
- Favourite artist: Escher/Klimt
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite cartoon character: Ralph Wiggam
- Tools of the Trade: notebook, pen, guitar, computer
- Email: bollox_and_arse@hotmail.com
- MSN: bollox_and_arse
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Stephen
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