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PeacefulDo you think Eric Bana will mind if I jump him when I see him. mmm hot
btw I am not a Star Trek fan. But a premiere is a premiere! And it's at the Opera House!
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BLAH-SLURPENTIA says newkypewkyNewest
A thought+A thought
my mind is not a labyrinth I think or I do not think, but somewhere between the two aches rumple & tangle in my head not quite sure how they arrived there
I could sift the clouds across my fingertips and glimpse it, there an answer sailing away on the hemming & hawing breeze and then stare until the blue canvas paints itself thick,
heavy on the back of my eyes
my shoulders curl me into insubstantial space, the shortened muscles hold me stiff, straight, secure inside this whispering breeze that prom
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Infertile depthsThe surf has been treacherous recently; I've watched the white peaks smash against the cliffs, and then pour themselves into the sea.Infertile depths
Greedy, cumbersome waves, dragging all they find to somewhere new. Lunging depths rendered infertile
from troubled times, like twisted bed sheets in a restless, anxious night.
No fanciful promises of marine landscapes, but something else.
The intrepid sea throws itself at the land, then creeps back, floats away, spinning golden green leaves in whirlpools threatening to pull the
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Slow Months Challenge 08.01.08Trails of shiny silver curving around and doubling back on themselves extending their greedy fingers late into the night, and even when they do retreat they drag back, carving themselves in their wake.Slow Months Challenge 08.01.08
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Foot imprints on the beach trace night time lazy wanderings- empty glass in one hand and a half moon in the sky, not quite bright enough to expose all those broken promises whispered to hurry along these lethargic days.
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And you can see it in the rainbow slicks a bizarre blend, both a greasy reminder of th
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Untitled as yet+Untitled as yet
The surf has been treacherous recently; I've watched the white peaks smashing against the cliffs pouring themselves into the sea, with barely a breeze in the air.
Those greedy waves dragging everything they find to somewhere new. No fanciful promises of exotic marine landscapes, but something something else, a scene ever changing, restless, anxious throwing itself on the land before creeping back, floating away, spinning golden green leaves in whirlpools, tracing the foamy
by ~La-Serpentia
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Your denial is beneath you.
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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Your denial is beneath you.
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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Your denial is beneath you.
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The sea was angry that day, my friends.
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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