imagining cinnamoni walked around the house this morning looking for signs of you. five new empty soda cans, a new wallpaper for your desktop and three dishes later i was starting to think you were a ghost. hoping you hadn't died, i decided to think of you as my imaginary friend. it started to make sense why i felt you so much but saw you so little.imagining cinnamon
your pants were on the living room floor begging to be put on girl hips. the small hole in the knee was from when they last wanted to hug my waist. in your pocket was that heart shaped rock i brought back from santa monica. it still fel
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hey there
blushing bride you buttered the
wrong side
of this marriage a braise'n
expectation, no single culture overlooked nor milked by habit you've worn
so grab
(a drab) garb and stature outside
this nomenclature named for honey bees never touched.
sit and sulk, brew
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people are trying to sleep.five blocks past the pink house with a brown roof, three blocks past the building with sixteen windows and no numbers, and one block after the orange haired lady with forty cats is the cemetary. every friday night i travel past my landmarks to the east gate. it is always locked, so i climb the fence, careful not to make a noise, people are trying to sleep.people are trying to sleep.
there's always a fresh grave near the olive tree in the north lot. an old man, "beloved friend." i sit down with him and we talk about his life. he isn't married and hasn't fathered a child. he
In Case You Missed It The First Time! I Moved!
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And I stood.On the hill and realized there were two nightskies.The one above me.And the one under me,the city.With the thousand sparkling lights.And both were just as hard to explain.
Visual Me :iconcitizenvisuelle:
JUst here to say hi and to check up on your account to see how your work is. . .
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I WILL NOT BE YOUR VALENTINE.
THIS YEAR, LIKE EVERY YEAR OF YOUR EXISTENCE YOU WILL HAVE NO VALENTINE.
IF IT'S ANY CONSOLATION, YOU AREN'T ALONE
BUT YOU ARE ALONE AREN'T YOU? SO.....ALONE.
THANK YOU FOR THE FAV.
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Please write back soon and let me know if you want to marry me.
PS. I am very handsome and live in a mansion with a pony.
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thank you man!
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"Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style." - Charles Bukowski
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I'm so in love with you.
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My favorite thing to do at parties is smoke a bunch of PCP and then takes people's rectal temperatures without their permission.
--Carlin
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I'm so in love with you.
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yeah, I'm just passing through.
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