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static_splendour
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dessiahs_song
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when i am finished with dissecting you, and dissecting myself, perhaps i will reveal our secret. but not yet. shh. the poet sings.
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061123
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dessiahs_song
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empty birds have no flight like words on a wire they fall, they break. porcelean feathers, parodies of quills, canvas skies, a saving illusion. wingless in your power of our wispy dreams to discard - a mirror to fight what never belonged a mirror to seek that penned song (eminent silence in empty birds) bound in static splendour we await your decision.
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061123
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dessiahs_song
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the Day comes closer. do i deign to expose a sliver of myself? my inadequacies are too great - but why should i be perfect? imperfections, methinks, are more interesting. and life goes on, and irritability mounts. bad karma, black angels, a broken flute. and i am afraid i might burst, and cover them all with flesh, blood, and bone.
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061128
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dessiahs_song
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a look, a word. and you make me yours.
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061130
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dessiahs_song
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happy birthday, s. love.
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061204
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unhinged
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helping you clean your house singing along with you to jeff_buckley putting you to sleep with my voice it is the ambiguous nature of these things that i have to learn to revel in. i don't want to encroach on the space you need right now, but the more static that piles up between us the more my head and my heart won't be able to handle the abandonment i'm predicting in the future. unless maybe, just maybe, i'm under your skin too. the splendor of being alone with you is becoming difficult to ignore.
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061204
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dessiahs_song
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encroach? hardly. we are not always condemned to be alone.
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061206
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dessiahs_song
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aha! evil is mine. the part, that is. i think i am at last finding myself.
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061207
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d
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quite wonderful indeed. i forget about him, and now i am me, am me, am me. as close as possible. 'here comes your ghost again' it vanishes. nothing is perfect, but this comes as close to it as possible. spread my wings and learn to fly, and not be futile, and not be afraid, 'the original vagabond'... i, the invincible.
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061211
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dessiahs_song
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wilde captivates.
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061211
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unhinged
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oh but i am condemned to being so far while so near suffocated by love unable to speak when all i want to say 'baby i love you i wouldn't put anyone else above you' rings deafening in my ears condemned by fear i've let too much love slip through my hands over the years i just want to curl up beside him hold his face in my hands but i sit silent hoping i can deny it too afraid to jump over that cliff too afraid i'll fatally trip killing my heart by degrees souring our static splendor with my own self_contempt baby i love you i wouldn't put anyone else above you i do love you so much it hurts me to look at you
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061211
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dessiahs_song
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'blame it on the black star' the sky falls, poppies and puppies tumble headlong into whirling pools of blue, and i am jealous of my dream.
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061215
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dessiahs_song
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so caught up in the words, forgetting to mean a thing. when i understand it, and i will, i will tell you. for now let me crawl away and hide.
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061216
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dessiahs_song
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intentions, intentions. what will come of it all? ~~ cold seeps in through my feet. no stars (thank goodness, no memories). just drunken spirits, a glorious hope, and fog. deck the halls.
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061219
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dessiahs_song
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DEATHLY HALLOWS!!!!!!!
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061221
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dessiahs_song
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but tomorrow will be gone - tomorrow i will be gone. chest to chest a heart echoing itself, till i felt like i'd never let go. arms entwined about a neck of many dreams - his, mine - holding tight...to endure, to endure. the moment broke, a warmth sparkled at my fingertips, a smile on treacherous face, as i almost fell into the trap again. healing tears fell soon, i strove to wash away the closeness (by no means exclusive, and so not there at all). i cried for him, for me, for her, and for her...till a numbness embraced me. the second hug was more indifferent really. i gave it a final light squeeze though, to thank him for liking me.
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061223
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pete
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061223
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dessiahs_song
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i have my books and my poetry to protect me. i am a rock. i am an island.
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061224
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dessiahs_song
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(this last for you, my flit)
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061225
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dessiahs_song
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i am a world child dancing on glass we drown together, but not today.
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061228
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dessiahs_song
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the tear glands get fussy at the oddest moments.
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070101
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the awful truth
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I think, this time, the truth is hard to find. You travel down and back dark alleys in your mind. Hoping, always looking for that open door you're seeking, only passing barbed wire and rotten things reeking. everything that you think that you thought you saw turns out only to be a shadow or a song playing on a broken record the same ugly four notes repeating every second every time that you hear that sick refrain it rips open more and more questions in the brain. everything you see? everything you know? how do you really know you know what it is you know? How do you know that this is the way? how do you know THESE days are THE days? we walk around always looking for an answer we call ourselves the chosen, the Earth's defender but this ain't true but we can't see the truth through this staic splendour.
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070101
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dessiahs_song
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ah, browning. you i am prepared to love.
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070104
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dessiahs_song
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yay! show, show (yourself to me, purple mirrors smoke and be free)
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070123
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dessiahs_song
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jazz up and blow away... a speck of dust bubbling bubbling sawdust the eyes stream when they shouldn't. ('you should be cheerful,' just now) alone. this slow descent into madness exhausts.
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070131
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dessiahs_song
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no, not madness. just a blue blue depression. i lied. but something holds me back from feeling. it's a symptom, they say. of a blue blue depression.
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070131
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dessiahs_song
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yeah yeah yeah. across the hall. eyes. and i? cry because i have none (april fool's coming up). past loves return but are never revived. i think i am thankful for that, but nostalgic at the same time. loves drift further away too, and i vow to never talk to him, and them again. ever. yeah yeah yeah.
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070207
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dessiahs_song
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momentary elevation. studystudystudyugh. but it makes sense in my head. music. i want music.
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070210
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dessiahs_song
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what is tomorrow supposed to be? mirages lurk like spiders. but soon i shall be old.
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070212
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dessiahs_song
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17, child. the world is born anew...
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070215
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dessiahs_song
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to think i waved at one of those hims today, and smiled. remember the spicywarm tingle every time the child saw him? discovories, like no one had ever known it before. another him steadfastly ignores. good. except that i had intended on doing the ignoring, and this spoils my plans somewhat. (and i fall in love with imogen heap instead, and diaries about motorcycles...)
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070219
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dessiahs_song
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it is, it is just i. what it has come to...everyone else drowning in pools of starry eyes, and this is precisely my point. there is an 'everyone else', and i, just i. concentrated entirely on the self - all its numerous joys and sorrows holed into, dug deep within. stagnation without. a validity is gained by lovers and lips. by secret corners of darkness where there is light. i'm still obsessing. see?
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070226
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Lucy
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oh good ! whats your name? Peter Pan?
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070227
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dessiahs_song
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nope. i'm the tooth fairy.
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070228
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dessiahs_song
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burn burn brittle and break.
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070301
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unhinged
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but_still when it's just me and you i_love_you_most
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070301
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dessiahs_song
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this_new_balloon makes for cranberries and cupcakes. who do i love best? my flitty.
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070304
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dessiahs_song
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how utter.
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070311
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dessiahs_song
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i thought i had gone. but all things return, like rain. now to read these blue words on the blue page - i am distant, abstracted. for i don't remember. this is a curse, and a good one. how tired i was. how i drooped. brand new now, needing the old identity just so i don't forget that people change, and change, and change.
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080621
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unhinged
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the_friend_fallacy
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140704
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unhinged
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i say 'no' now
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150218
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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