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Tiring BitemarksPut your head to sleep. Put it down down past coffee grounds and the profound shudders you take up in spinal pin-tips pitting whips against nips and slaps and burgundy boudoirs steeping lacey slips.Tiring Bitemarks
Put your head to sleep. Find a dreary sense of bliss and bleeping peace piecing unoriginal aboriginal conditionally new old and known thoughts about the sun and its counterpart, the lunar human.
Put your head to sleep, and dream. Dream of the fonts and praises, of the ones and races you win and face in slumbering mumblings as you numb the
by ~fwick
The Larkiest of EveningsThe larkiest of evenings caught me by surprise – nose buried in the sand that spilled eagerly from a dusty periodical I'd devoted more than forty hours a week to. I won't deny being provoked by the wandering nuance. It was a darting fly that caught my attention and the ceaseless buzz of wings tapping beckoned elicit schizophrenia (another side of me that would do more with that book than read it). The sound stirred my limbs and out to twitching fingertips until, simply to pause the twisting, growing anxiety, I stood and set the book on a nearby bench. I took a step to the glass door and twilighThe Larkiest of Evenings
by ~fwick
Wit and WillThe wit and will we classified Degraded grim to slow and snide And I, above, and peering wide Recall the time desire died. The peppered crowd was low and dim And spewed like toppling sopping hymns And cups were tipping at the brim –Wit and Will
Too crowded to unfold a whim. I take the disapproval back And site a memory more on track When we were wise and had a knack For hitting hard without a whack. But now the races carry on And our corrupted lines were drawn When we let go a proper lawn And weeds made black the last of dawn.
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My DreamsI am coming to believe that dreams are no more thanMy Dreams
headbound nighttime wishes
you enjoy playing and tasting in tested tepid water. I dream in full body open/close parenthesis where
slashes dash spliced thoughts and put together what could
logically
never be. One time I dreamed so hard and hoped so much that
my limbs convulsed with that desire –
that every facial fact conveyed a shade of sorrow
(growing as likelihood met dismal finger shaking). And then I didn't get my dream and
then I did. And when I did I didn
by ~fwick
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- Favourite movie: Amelie, Big Fish, The Royal Tenenbaums, LOTR, Stardust, Donnie Darko, Inglorious Basterds
- Favourite band or musician: andrew bird "noble beast" has been playing nonstop, recently
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman, Shel Silverstein, Michael Crichton, WH Auden
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- Wallpaper of choice: ...doctor who
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- Favourite gaming platform: board
- Favourite cartoon character: gulliver the sheepcat
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