meet me in the morningin other words, i'm happy.
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Desert SestinaAmbivalence lately had come to her like a hot wind and caprice spiderwebbed through her limbs until her sky began to fall to pieces. Life had started to peel up at the edges, and no sparks would rise up from the ashes of Arizona, that willfully beautifully ruin.Desert Sestina
Her mind, not gone yet, was beginning to ruin. Sustaining a shift in its pieces was sickly no novelty. Though the edges of her thoughts had rearranged, her limbs remained supple as an alpine wind swirling around phoenix ashes.
The desert, all ashes, was going to kill her. Dry wind caught
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Regret? Never heard of it.
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dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
the nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.
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Regret? Never heard of it.
I"M POSTING STUFF LIEK CRAZY
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
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dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
the nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.
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Hi.
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Even that we will wake up is an assumption.
LIVIN IN A LONELYYYY WURRRLLLD
SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN ANNNYYYWHERRREEE
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
BOY AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROOOOII-HOIT
HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN' ANNNNNNYYYYWHERRRRRREEEEEEE
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Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c’est fatigant, pour les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications.
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
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Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c’est fatigant, pour les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications.
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"Brothers and sisters, I am an atomic bomb."
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Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c’est fatigant, pour les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications.
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
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Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c’est fatigant, pour les enfants, de toujours et toujours leur donner des explications.
OUT OF CONTROL
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
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