In All My Spite, Ill Turn It Off
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I just realised that i cant give a surprise, cos . Hmm, i just checked my world clo. Hmm, i just checked my world clo. For the first time in a long time. A bullet through a flock of doves. There goes my wonderful plan.
Sunday, October 4, 2009.
aeroplanes, blue skies and everything.
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You shouldve seen right through. Whuttt uppppp. I just met you and I love you. But jsyk, treat this blog like its your own,. Cause I have another blog to rant to now. My blog, is your blog. Just sayin. I wanna know what itd be like. To find perfection in my pride. To see nothing in the light. Ill turn it off. In all my spite. In all my spite. Ill turn it off. Living life inside a dream. Katy Perry is loved, many many. For the record, I still have my kiss. Ill be your safe ride home.CONTENT
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Collection of personal work, including, but not limited to, poetry and photography. And when I see you. Same story, different place.
1984 Acrylic on canvas, 155 x 185 cm. THERE IS A GOOD AMOUNT OF PYREX FANART ON ETSY.
But tonight is only you and me.
Ldquo;A poem, being an instance of language, hence essentially dialogue, may be a letter in a bottle thrown out to the sea with the surely not always strong hope that it may somehow wash up somewhere, perhaps on the shoreline of the heart. Toward what? Toward something open, inhabitable, an approachable you, perhaps, an approachable reality. Such realities are, I think, at stake in a poem.