But then again, I'm rather tired right now, and my brain is doing funny things.


-1Dear --1
how is that I scratch notes into brick walls and bleeding nails and the night is too, too, too dark to notice the drying trails of blood.
the modern age has taken us with the glamor of depression.
{ We are all just fucking fakers }
Dear ~
i have soiled your name from straight to something to which i can relate.
there is a cut on arm and a scratch on my hand and a scabbing wound from can't-fathom-where.
i'll never let them heal because i'm ill afraid of losing something


stay the Nightthere are fingerprints on my hands and hands on my wrists but the handprints aren't minestay the Night
(resting on my thighs)


closets{do we find} God (irony)closets
or should be there but it's not and we think of something that is a pronoun as pretentious as 'I' and pretentious as the word Itself.


Whine GlassesFour walls drenched in drying paint and we sit watching air cool as night comes; it's like moving across the country with only a piano. At least we make music, my sweet.Whine Glasses
The tap, tap, tap of trees knocking for solstice from the rain and the shunning shoulder of the wind.
We are sipping slowly and delicately: soda from shot glasses, we are filling wineglasses with water: tapping like the trees.
(We are the lost) Children of drinks and night, children of blood novels, and spirits behind our eyes.
(We are lost together) Tap
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~Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?~
Nobody dances while sober unless they are insane.
I am .::The Most Mello Of Ninjas::.
~Nonsensical-Babble is amazing. Go check her out.
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~Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?~
Nobody dances while sober unless they are insane.
I am .::The Most Mello Of Ninjas::.
~Nonsensical-Babble is amazing. Go check her out.
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~Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?~
Nobody dances while sober unless they are insane.
I am .::The Most Mello Of Ninjas::.
~Nonsensical-Babble is amazing. Go check her out.
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