verb 04: "adore"with a jumpstart burst of electric energyverb 04: "adore"
you have renewed the rhythm of my heart
the chambers of which are so musically inclined
that four different valves open and close in time to the gentle rise and fall of your laughter
every night at ten pm pacific time
I give you the chance to tear apart my heartstrings
the chordae tendinae
the delicate strands of tissue that
pull my tired heart together again and again
and again
you keep my blood flowing in both directions
down through the superior vena cava
through atrium and valve and ventric
Sucka WHAT?i have forgotten what cold is like, i have forgotten what california is likeSucka WHAT?
this time of year, my favorite time of year is autumn or fall (or autumn) with leaves and fog and
gray gray skies, the coming and going of indian summer in suburban california. and i miss it, i miss home, i miss you -- my skin is burning and smells faintly of sunblock, markings of the arizona sun cover my shoulders my back my arms and the leftovers of my heart. when it rains here the dirt leaves smudges on my nose, it evaporates much too
quickly and my marat
midnight streetswithout realizing it you had been the perfect distraction from my self destruction without a continuation you will have been the last memory of a needed complication without some place in space and time to our own i will remain only as crumbling protein structures without a spectacle there has been no beginning just the dissipation of waves without something so brilliant i fear the fall will break too much to remember where i stood without this guide i will wander the midnight streets in search of something that already passedmidnight streets
Listen here
Adoration
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light ~ Dylan Thomas
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i've got no intention of paying attention
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You can't kill a woman that was born to hang.
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La vita è un brivido che vola via...
Show me your world, and I'll show you mine.
It's less than a week away and I'm already in my Huggies...
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times...
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times...
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""For me, much of the world makes no sense, but my feelings about what I am doing ring loud and clear to an inner ear and a place where there is no self, only calm." - Wendy O Williams.
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I guess I just wasn't made for these times...
(i love you)
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i've got no intention of paying attention
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