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I still remember that night vividly. It was a rare summer night in August: silent, sweet, damp, cool. There was a slight breeze off of the lake that night, tickling the mist that hung in sparse, curling curtain folds just above the Indian ink depths. To stare down into that black surface was to stare into the eyes of eternity and forget oneself. It was savage, melancholy, lonely, and tiresome. Yet it was perfect.

Just across the surface of the vast ink sea, myriads of tiny quivering quicksilver pools darted and danced, like a school of ethereal minnows. The moon hung full and low, pregnant and glorious white, scattering bits and

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A light bulb snaps and we're sitting in the darkness again. He's lying on the floor, eyes open like a fish, mouth shut because he's got nothing to say. When did it become like this? I ask myself that every morning when we get up and each night when we lie on the floor, backs turned to each other. Crumpled to the floor helplessly and held there by gravity like orphaned Noise
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BrokeWe're all broken brained. It happens during the first nine months of confinement where all the bitterness, carcinogenic, teratogenic filth slogs in through maternal waterways lined with lead, vodka, cigarrette butts and excessive amounts of cortisol. They tell you your eyes are too far apart, but what a pretty baby you are, puking your guts out and screaming sheer terror and unhappiness until you figure out how to crawl, walk, and then run away from it all. What a pretty baby. But you're broken to bits and you can't piece together the chunks of reality falling out of your head, drip drip drip, incessant and totally incomprehensible whil Broke
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MunchausensI say my prayers every night when I’m in bed, head to toe tight under the blankets and sweating slick because it’s August and the windows are broken. I’m too scared they’ll blow away in the dark and get eaten by night monsters if I don’t wrap tight. But the wind is gone anyways because the swamp sucked it up dry and all we hear is cricket noise between the floorboards and the house crackling its old bones. I say my prayers real soft and quick, but over and over because God doesn’t have good ears and I’ve been saying the same ones since I could remember and He still hasn’t heard it right. My baby sister Munchausens
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Snow WhiteDo you remember the first time you rimmed your lips with salt and lime? It was after you took your ice cold hands and carved your name into my heart, right next to the bloody empty spot that remained after I carved out God. All the while you whispered secrets in my ear. All the things I wanted to hear and all the things I didn’t. Truths, half-lies, fantasies swirled together soft as snow, while twenty and forty blackbirds lit upon the cypress tree during skunk hour and grown men cried tears of everclear. I lay like a stone and watched my life bubble up to the top, silver and slow, while white ghosts slid across the surface. You wer Snow White
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6. crud

Fri Dec 4, 2009, 11:40 AM

If I were a writer, I'd write. I'd write complete comprehensible pieces that add up into a logical arithmetically accurate compositions that feed into your brain like black and white barcodes and then are shredded up into digestible bits of information. But I'm not a writer. I'm just a human being placed on this planet trying to rub two words together in hopes of making a fire to burn down all that paper packing stuffed inside my skull slushing around all that grey matter until my neurons turn into a tangled ugly mess. How stupid is that.

If I had a purpose I wouldn't be sitting here with carpal tunnel tingling up my wrists to my elbows, my sandpaper eyes burning crimson, and arthritis chewing away the cartilage in my neck joints. But the crappy thing about life is that after you find that purpose you die. We are physical beings. The physical is not eternal, but it is all we know. It's the only thing tangible that you can reach out and rip to shreds in frustration, then try to tape back together when everything else has failed you.

It's pathetic, but what else is there to do when the world is set on autopilot and you're just here to witness the eventual crash and burn.

PS did I ever tell you that I'm crazy

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~toasterb0t Dec 8, 2009, 7:47:13 AM

thank you so much for the fave! <3

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~somethingwonderful 5 days 18 hours ago

You're very welcome.

*ravenofroses Dec 2, 2009, 8:53:37 PM

thankee so very kindly for the fave, luv.

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~somethingwonderful Dec 2, 2009, 9:14:02 PM

You're very welcome.

~childofsatan2002 Jan 18, 2009, 10:23:47 PM

your writing is absolutely wonderful.

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