sensation and perceptionSensation and perception and sensation and perception: our only means of communication, our only equal expectation, with only one exception: chuckle chuckle dirty wordssensation and perception
dangle my cigarette, front porch laughing, telling only good things. Brother, we can't hide the history. (brother, we can't glare with hatred our coded sexual lust-mystery.) Aware and able, she arches her neck painfully, artfully, with dominating ability. Making you quiver she compares
us as brother and sister to the kinships of sailors and army men, loners. We share silence like lovers
Hundreds...Hundreds of Thousands of People Fall Madly In Love Every Day.Hundreds...
Every day that I wake up alone is another yesterday that I wasted not telling you what a great idea it would be for us to get married, have kids,
grow old and die together sleeping in one big bed that we call "ours" and make love in - sometimes -
when we are not too terribly tired.
Every letter I write and crumple is another collection of words phrasing and rephrasing my love for you using graphic metaphor and blatant all-caps I LOVE YOU and PLEASE that you will
When faced...She was one of thoseWhen faced...
little-town-coffee-shop literature-wasted-on-the-sock-hop bitches that crawled the pool bar, hole-in-the-wall shitclot bars like the early adult she longed to become so as to look fondly back and say: "When, if only when." When the sky faded blue to black,
she climbed the hurdles at the no-card-entry door and smiled her chapstick smile
hoping someone would ask her something about herself so that she could act coy. I hated her so much. Long day's work into night where nothing really ever fit quite right, she layered her jackets and
girlfriendso we dance she and Igirlfriend
tipping glasses emptied fast tipping wide-brimmed hats swearing in foreign languages silently keeping track
one mistake her sorrow his hollow kiss
I am second unspoken
unspeakable bliss
baby makes three dead asleep in the kitchen sink (a blessing unwished)
these strangers
are her healing each a bloody bandage healing it's way to the center of her earth
art block
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Reconstructing humanity, one letter at a time.
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For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream...- van Gogh
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Dots and dandies dabbled, danced and diddled daisies downwards.
thanks for the fav and potentially the watch ^____^
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...life's not a bitch; she's just sick of being personified...
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To LoVe iS To LoSe, aNd tO LoSe iS To DiE
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aaronjennifer -- more art? -- more life?
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I support DA pixel artists.
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You look like a little kid...or a bug...but little kids generaly look like bugs....
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"The world needs senseless acts of beauty"
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~nsk
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