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typhoid
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hey, thats not me! who the heck is that? stop following me! ahhh!! smoke and floating gently through the stillness shadows dancing in my eyes illusions shattering the chillness resolves to clear blue skies
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vix
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Is that love in your eyes or just a reflection of mine?
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kreepy bird
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are not my friends
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the boy with the thorn in his side
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What is this? I'm not empty...I'm occupied, filled, fucking sick of this/that restlessness that shoots a still figure back at me; smiling mirror, as if it knows better (it knows nothing)? These periods of hesitation, where the wire goes dead and the mind runs over itself, repeats the course, builds up a thick scum, burns black, they spiral onto your head and flatten all of that collected unnamed undefinded amorphous shit you think makes you with the pinch of a pretty grey talon. For once I just want to see the ash and taste it and know that this isn't progress; that moving forward isn't the same as moving back. Is up and down everywhere? And damn this grand illusion for making fakers of me and you as we plod along, spilling words and ink on pages and on ourselves for lack of anything better. Damn this great play for making me a writhing, dancing, screaming expenditure; ancillary, secondary, locked, staring into mirrors into mirrors into mirrors.
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penis flying
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Different mirrors make my face look different and my hair appear longer. I'll never know what I really look like.
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Sol
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why do we trust a mirror, we have no way of knowing if its reflection is true, we dont even know if what we see is true, we just take it for granted, so forget about mirrors, they are not even very good for art compostions
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x
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vix: that post was deep. I like it.
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DannyH
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Why do mirrors reverse left-right but not up-down?
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You
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deep
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silentbob
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Sorry about that window, man
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snurdlefork
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I have a strange relationship with my mirror. I never really know what it will reflect - it seems so moody sometimes Of course, you know it's telling the truth. You can't blame the mirror. Which means it's my filters I'm fighting.
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Mahayana
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[throwing & catching]
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phil
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. . . . . 4 5 3 5 4 6 7 7 4 6 3 4 5 4 3 6 4 5 7 7 5 4 6 3 4 5 4 6 3 6 4 7 7 6 4 5 3 5 4 . . . . . how important is it to you?
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phil
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today
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Laura
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Sitting. Staring into your eyes, your sweat soaked skin pressing against my own. Your eyes stare back into mine and I recognize the love and passion I feel for you, you feel it too. You touch me, you taste me, you don't say you love me, but that's okay with me. Because I see the love in your eyes. Now days later, no phone call, no touch. I sit here, the idiot, the moron, the girl who gave you pure love, the girl who didn't realize that you were wearing mirrored lenses over your eyes. Lenses that spit back at me my feelings of pride that you loved me. Mirrors of my feelings hiding the truth that you don't love. That you don't feel. So now I am looking for you. searching endlessly over every hill that some other girl sat on hearing your poetry, your words, all the while staring into your mirrors. I walk over grass that cuts my feet like ribbons, with a rock in my hand. A rock made of my hardened love so close to hate, my vomited heart, to heavy to carry in my chest. So find another girl to touch and taste and don't be surprised when I shatter your mirrors, because baby, my seven years of bad luck have already started.
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"Mirrors and copulation are abominable as they multiply the numbers of man."
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anon
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People always think that women who look at their reflection in windows they pass are being vain. But its just the opposite. They are looking to make sure that they don't look bad, not to admire themselves.
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mmhmm
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marjorie
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they're all right they tell the truth but it's still backwards
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illusionary_reality
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mirror mirror on the wall, have i ever existed at all?
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nomme)
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blather mirrors
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hampton
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mirrors show you for what you really are. they can drive a person to envy, jealousy...the truth hurts. i hate mirrors
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Thus have I read / Heard.
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What's_reality...
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~time reflects not~
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don't spend too much time in front of mirrors. it doesn't reflect well.
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all mirrors are liars
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070105
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somebody
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white liars, perhaps; liars with munificient hearts...
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Naomi
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Shadows of mirrors catch my eye I peer at the peerers I suck they suck myself dry I become frail from the dark glare I am nailed to a wall; spread bare not allowed to move made barren everything to prove red herring slit my throat disappeared me I put on my coat put my key in my pocket, and kept it there never again to touch my hand I need a spare
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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