When lost within my gazing time, Still I stare, though you, you burnt light, bound to be delicate, decadent is thine To be of dust and guitars, did he even fight? Sense from scents familiar, I manifest of land, of root, of dripping, now of hand-me-down The grip of said pencil, you wrote next. Just… Continue reading Whilst in the Fiction of Skeletal Measures
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¿Dónde está mi cabeza?
It was a concept, Just a thought, To become organized, not stuck between motive and plot --so, I welcome you, to my hood, ------->My Writer's Block
on 288, headed toward the loop
These are the breakers, straight paper makers, foolish be the people, who just plain hate us. waitin' with weight of the chip on my shoulder, you askin', "get out", when I pull ova. So, McVey gonna turn it around, sayin, "nah, man, this is my town, look here is my crown." Tha Mo City Don… Continue reading on 288, headed toward the loop
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I thought about it today; I don't think about you much anymore. huh.
Tell Me About You
You seem really specfic, interesting to say the least, when I get caught up in movements, I recall the stillness of your speech, Must I keep writing, or should I end it now, because days are getting shorter, yet I still keep moving, somehow.
it really makes you think
Sporty Spice never complained about having to wear a sports bra.
The Politics of: My Mission Statement
Towards moving humanity responsibly forward, through the means of forward thinking. By focusing on the balance of the aesthetic and analytical facets of human interaction, I hope to increase the efficacy of ethical development within groups, communities, and societies. Through the means of inventive writing and performance, I strive to reinforce an individual's need and… Continue reading The Politics of: My Mission Statement
A series of self: Kendra, Pt. IV
I just didn't know the backbone of solitude was being alone.
Take your face off
All parts of the brain onstage in organized “clumps” according to brain layout. Their faces are grim with sorrow and mourning, appropriate to character. Tammy: (Very sad) He was but one hour mine, the region cloud hath mask’d him from me now… (The other parts of the brain speak all at once in a chaos)… Continue reading Take your face off
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