dreaming in sight of paradisewe were dreaming in sight of paradise; but dreams are even more eternal than salvation so neither you nor I was worried.dreaming in sight of paradise
I threw up my hands and shouted to the world stained my fingers in euphoria. proclamation of our indestructibility – we are the happy, the proud,
the ever-laughing wealth of the world.
(and dear; your glittering eyes were the stuff of eternity)
we were dreaming in front of paradise; sketching every future that contains our souls and living them on the dregs of wine and coffee. our lives were stretching tendril
echoesechoesechoes
Ladies and gentleman of yonder audience!
Behold!~
I give thee
trifles to bear! -> First Chord; four parts
: The mating of queens in a world of hearts and diamonds. oh lovely lee, lippidy three spend yer time kissing me but, lest you forget, we removed the jokers from the set (long ago) before we even met
(The pledge; 2nd chord)
: see, we’re walkin’ down this hellbent road
Something else “Like clockwork”Something else
said he in his dialogue-voice.
Sat I contemplating this strange realisation of poetics and references. (and; of course, the identity of the speaker....) It started with Kaganof, myself, a dictionary and Ezekiel Moerdyk, the writer of this off-centre garbage, sitting in a coffee shop in Menlyn 2007. Kaganof is a book of poetry; I carry him around wherever I go because he has a pretty cover of a lady tied up (the effect on Jeffrey the Waiter was lasting) on the front. The dictionary is a collection of restrictions
Dahlia'sDahlia'sDahlia's
Following a herring through
the tainted desert, I came upon a withered parchment written in red and signed with parabola and circle entwined "there is beauty in truth" said the words; read and reread a million times. for eternity I contemplated beauty made truth and the self-implication of man. a Devil came and talked to me She whispered black flowers into my ear sweet alto and sweeter syrups; understanding and misdirection and crimson sorrows She reasoned and begged &n
Color Blind
Talk And ListenThink of it again as I let you take a listen.Talk And Listen
A mission. A stitch in time that doesn't rhyme.
Tell this tale once more, she begs.
No obligation says the congregation
as you spin and turn word for word.
The active petition is a useless decision
No one would have voted, anyway.
Not with your shadow
(Led astray) …in the doorway.
Remember remember the time to forget
is forever forever just what you'd expect. I'll take a turn, you'll finish talking
all the while I'll still be listening
to the nuisance
There and back again
Grumpy
--
"tick tick jump
her mind is a tumble down stairways
other people walk"
Swot jy nog?
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"maar toe ons woorde begin muf en swel, het ek geweet:
die niks sou gate deur al ons manuskripte vreet"
- Andre Letoit, Suburbia
Note me for a translation.
hello, random deviant.
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melike
Cheers!
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Sweet thing, I watch you... You burn so fast it scares me.
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Never knows best...
You know you want to... just do it!
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"We only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen"
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Never knows best...
You know you want to... just do it!
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"maar toe ons woorde begin muf en swel, het ek geweet:
die niks sou gate deur al ons manuskripte vreet"
- Andre Letoit, Suburbia
Note me for a translation.
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Anyone else worried that millions of teenage girls think an abusive boyfriend is the peak of perfection? [link]
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