May 2009
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Miss Taken
Goodbye is not allways. Patching jeans with some careless seams; stuffing pockets—too full with fruit of unions loom. Sometimes she spins bicycles, creating needs for the fork into the gold rung worn path perpetually tread. Pared fruits, parting kisses, jarred honey drips for dipping the long road’s broken token bread; wrapped and kercheifed—rod to tow. Rage thumb-wars with...
“One of the great fallacies of our time is that the Nazis rose to power because...”
– The Magus—John Fowles. (via lets-play)
dear god, (or science if the word offends you)
i know you remember me, the one you breathe this life into. i write to say that i’m not mad you keep secrets regarding your palm, face and intention. i don’t judge your brutish animale force or softer subordinal ways. rather, embracing your need to exist which brings forward all kings and queens, all of us; facets of inspired reflections. dying to be
truly, ourself
