

I paint in black and blondeI paint in black and blonde, ye guardian, holding open the lighted door for we, tripping over edgings towards that place, cannot cease eating from the fruitless tree; and I saw, look! she turned her head away, the fading into string'd violette haze, to direct upon the mosaic bone pathway a fledgling, crucified by gravity -- resist thy Mother, do not.I paint in black and blonde


There is a girl outsideThere is a girl outside my window, across the street, in the community park; she sits on the concrete bench by the sandbox with a dilapidated paper umbrella, blue and gray, leaning against her shoulder. She babysits the remnants of children: a hollow baby doll, broken plastic jacks, a chewed up rubber ball, forsaken to the quicksand time capsule. Her pigtails weep, her face is a pre-primed canvas that I am too far beyond old to see.There is a girl outside


There is no day's endThere is no day's end in a sleepless city, the sun merely closes his eyes for eight-odd hours. Winter slips into spring, renegade autumnal leaves race past the yellow babies borne on renewly greened branches. Sandals step off the curb, my coat hastily mis-buttoned, as I cross the half-filled parking lot; two cars pulled up, one a-honking anxiously for its gosling, unpaid parking meters with dull red eyes being ignored by empty vehicles and I trip over twenty cents on the ground. Two gleaming dimes blink up at me from asphalt that has seen dirt from every state in the country - they sThere is no day's end
Barstow

If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written
how would I taste?
I could be a dictionary - bland - yet a necessity.
It’s possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won’t affect your
statutory rights.
Perhaps I’d be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you’d trace
your tongue
over
Sannin Lords
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Living through passion, passion through music.
*AngstyWriters & =UnderRatedWatch & *The-Yard-Collective
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'When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes'
Desiderius Erasmus
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woahzmahgawsh. t(°0° t )
Saul: ...The monkey's out of the bottle now!
Dale Denton: What? That's not even... a figure of speech.
Saul: Pandora can't go back into the box - he only comes out.
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' Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art.
Whatever is popular is wrong.' -Oscar Wilde in the essay 'Lecture to Art Students'
~USPS
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~ hu hu hu
Have a nice day
Best Regard,
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~Kidchan-Fanclub
Have a lovely day new friend
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