Sunday, June 20, 2010




again
and
again
and
again
and
again





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Wednesday, June 16, 2010




Opticks Jacket by Arnsdorf






Gaze
Daze
Haze

belong
to
the
Days





Tuesday, June 15, 2010



I love to hate

There is a
kind of satisfaction
that is absent in Love

I'm in love with Love, too.
It just isn't the same.

It is different.








Quite possibly
the best lookin' bed
I have ever seen.
Hello, end-of-insomnia bed


Friday, June 11, 2010








Beyond melancholy

It's all too much, really





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Wednesday, June 9, 2010



The Sick Rose


O Rose thou art sick
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.




by W. Blake from Songs of Innocence and of Experience


Friday, June 4, 2010


What is it?

What is this?

This.

Why do I feel this way?

I'm worried
(for something I suppose)

Tell me,
is something bad going to happen?

I keep finding things out.

Things that I should've known
earlier.

Nobody lied,

but
what is the point of
honesty
if you decide to ignore time?


Apologies,
I am rambling.

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