

Unrelated Facts.You messed my hair up and told me I looked like art, though you couldn't take all the credit for the wind was an aide in this & blew constant on my head dipped to keep the dust from my eyes. & you told told me that you would like me very much until the time I become unlike blood and evaporate completely.Unrelated Facts.
I cover my eyes when you are above me, when your head is in that cunning cloud, so you can't see me seeing you or see my otherness or my art or the fluid whites of my eyes.


don't write about me anymoreHer blue eyes were the anomaly.don't write about me anymore
She mistook the salt of my nerves for something that tasted sweeter.


What it is...Little caterpillars of thoughts And fingers fall against The flesh where lips have Dropped to taste The sodium of nervesWhat it is...
And what they do Is tickle me. I'm laughing At what it is And I'm startled into Fits of wondering How my body is not too Dry and bright To cry such cold And colourless tears.
I laugh because You and your caterpillars And my nerves and the sodium And my tears And your quiet philosophy Of nonsense formed By bats that move and fuse Like ions - I laugh because They all jus


DormouseIt seems we walked For hours, Though I don't know for sure Because you had the pocket Watch and all I had Were my clumsy rabbit Feet.Dormouse
I forget before that; If I showed up late Or if the God damn Dormouse ever actually Said anything at all.
I forget after that too; Why we were walking So late.
Maybe we were looking For the Dormouse, But I can't remember If it was ever even there To begin with.


How I Learned To Count UnitsYou swore blind it had nothing to doHow I Learned To Count Units
with the 3-litre bottle of paint stripper
you poured down your neck on a Friday,
or the Sunday Roast wine that tasted so bad
you had to drink it for us every week;
it was never your fault the barman gave you
brandy by the pint in a plastic cup and
it went so quickly we couldve pissed in it
and you wouldnt have noticed.
I always turned into the target practice when youd had a few, because I didnt care to bite my tongue while you
swallowed your weight in liquid gold.


seaside, anyone?the seaside you rememberseaside, anyone?
is just a shell on a beach
that doesnt even have
enough sand to build a castle.
youll understand what I mean
when the stench of fried food first
whack-a-moles your nostrils, and the sea looks more like the
waste-pipe at cadbury world than
the blue horizon you intended.
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Make up your mind
make up your mind
and i'll promise you
i will treat you well,
my sweet angel
so help me Jesus
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"Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, that the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; for my enemy is dead." Walt Whitman
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around around the sun we go
the moon goes round the earth
we do not die of death
we die of vertigo
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my photo: [link]
my drawing: [link]
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around around the sun we go
the moon goes round the earth
we do not die of death
we die of vertigo
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my photo: [link]
my drawing: [link]
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Trying to complete all Lolita Styles.
And maybe, something new as Punk Aristocrat.
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life is too short to refrain from eating jam out of the jar.
<John> mleh mleh mleh leh bleh
<John>: That's the sound that kissing with tongues sounds like
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