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Better than chokingBetter than ChokingBetter than choking
Clatter down the wet steps -
Cold rain falling into void flower pots, down railings, against warm faces. Loud. All quite loud for something fluid. The world’s most popular theme,
shifts a little more from love to heartbreak. What we need around here is some more pain. How true - how true-
we mumble into our keyboards. Everyone is numb. Numb from prescription pills and illicit drugs. Alcohol and cold medicine. Why is it so embarrassing to feel something? Pull down your skirt, you shameful girl.
What would your mot
by ~fairyflesh
Lost and FoundInside of me is a lost and found a place where things which are forgotten are left to be claimed again.Lost and Found
Things left on benches,
in corners of resturants, at bus terminals, in muggy cab backseats.
Things which are looked over, cherished, once- Either a gift
or something sought out. But when you have so many things, it is easy to forget a part of
yourself somewhere.
by ~fairyflesh
WantingWanting.Wanting
Desire hangs along the stucco ceiling, waiting above everything, you always come back to it. Stringing through the cracks
like ancient ivy boughs chunks of foliage breaking apart but still growing- growing in pieces. Age means nothing here, ancient feelings, never falling apart. Smoke, fog, the car plowing through it. Breaking through, the headlights like heavy boots stomping on paint chips, wine bottles, toenails. Frequent, never ending, unforgiving thoughts. The seamstress of the every day holding it all togethe
by ~fairyflesh
Where is she?Dark, burning eyes.Where is she?
Searching, quiet and scornfully.
Where is she? A whirling mass of dark satin shirts and tight, tight skirts
formed a wall between him and recognition.
Heels clicked rhythmically against the musty, sticky floor.
Vision hazed, eyes half closed and lips half parted. Where is she? Manican women moved en mass between the bar and the world beyond.
Cold ceramic faces and twirled hairsprayed locks.
Misty eyes and half-moaned promises, forgotten within moments. Confusion.
Confusion above everything.
Hanging like fog above the crowd, invisible until ear
by ~fairyflesh
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- Current Residence: Waterloo, ON
- Interests: Art, Music, Movies, Literature, Fireflies, Thunderstorms, History, Mythology
- Favourite movie: Mirrormask, Hard Candy, Persepolis, Bonnie and Clyde, Sunset Boulevard, Say Anything...Many more.
- Favourite band or musician: The Dresden Dolls, Acid Bath, Tool, She wants revenge, Collective soul, Matthew Good, Korpiklaani..
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, 90's rock, Folk Metal
- Favourite artist: Munch, Degas, Renoir, Monet, Gorey, Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Tanya Huff, Stevie Smith, Terry Pratchett, Emily Dickinson, Chuck Palahniuk, ScytheLust
- Favourite style of art: Surreal
- Wallpaper of choice: Surreal/Psychedelic/Illustrations/Satire
- Skin of choice: Troll Hide
- Favourite gaming platform: Super Nintendo
- Favourite cartoon character: Marvin The Martian
- Personal Quote: Nothing that is complete breathes. ~Antonio Porchia
- Tools of the Trade: Lumix Digital Camera 4.0, HB Pencil, Purple Eraser and little silver pencil sharpener
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