Ooops.


Through, to thememories of angst, memories of vainity. thrown away day, this is.Through, to the
close me eyes.
distance between discernible, limits, nothing.
empty eyes, these photographs holding, folding through hands remolding, grime.
No apologies. Higher. For.
An end.


WritingsThere must be some type of means to differentiate a purpose, truth. Flesh upon charcoal oder through a finger-tip hate boarder broken with an infinite affinity. For every hour watching a watered dead flower staring beneath a blanch reality boarderline infinity of a dulcet revelation within some sence of reality. An old man blowing beneath a melancholy; yawlp beholding the virile inequity defecation upon a crusted sweaty ceramic denile, bleed. lingering prescence of every second under an hour, lose, in. Within a pain, defenstration of an infraction of a second through a well deserved serving of a shattering decernible wasted filter. Behold a mWritings


everAn emanating shaft, jagged reflection, an aggregation, indigenous population.ever
Towards the stairs, leery glares.
Folding hands upon sweat glands, eternaly.
Where pigeons fly, shit-stained domicile. Apparation, aside a ceremonial tie, touching a self, pushing through a shelved apparatus, it lies.
decending facial expressions, plunder. Into the glass, liberation, alas.


soDenude, aside, melancholy, inside.(desolate eyes) Fingertip-secreating-reality, depthless-life. Deflowered.so
Peering into, the vacuous-blanch-domicile. An innebriation subsided,
over a decile, reality denile. Vanity.
Backwards ambulation, upon unfaltering slopes. Descention, of a discernable mind.
Compelled to gaze, into the eternal reflection, of amaranth.
Missing you!
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th.
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To live is to want to be free, tied down by responsibilty is killing me, how can this be
You always say the nicest things
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
mark
TORN LIES
THIS DESTRUCTIVE STATE
imaginations
to god
for nothing
this is about me.
if i cant believe?
a disease.
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You can't plead the fifth --- I DRANK IT!!
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You can't plead the fifth --- I DRANK IT!!
I really appreciate your support!
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
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unoriginality is the new original
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Who am I, but a mere speck in the so-called conscious world of make-believe we all call reality?
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