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Phantom_Wisdom
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Interests: Drawing, Painting, Dreams, The System, Emotion, Humans, Music {Blood Brothers, Fiona Apple, Bright Eyes, The Mars Volta, Daft Punk, Frou Frou, Dragonforce, Interpol, Damien Rice, ATB, A Perfect Circle, Blink 182, The Pillows, Rage Against the Machines, Portishead, Aphex Twin, Flogging Molly, The Postal Service, The Cardigans, The Smashing Punkins, Thursday, Mum, 1208, and so on...}, Meditation, Gears, Nothingness, History, Windmills, Chi, the Piano, Society, Vegetarianism, Earth, Animals, Psychology, Martial Arts, Mountain Biking, Undisturbed Nature, Running
Occupation: Other
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  PhantomKyar
MSN: Sage3639@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  kyar_v
Member Since:
6/30/2004
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| Damnit... I really need to stop this...
I really need to stop all of this....
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| Red, listen..."
The rusty bangs of spoons on fake silver...
Chips of oxidized metal...
My womb will grow a machine
It will turn with creaks
It will break with cracks
The life of lightly concealed oxygen bubbles ::
Lifting,
Raising.
My tube of self sufficient goo.
The beating bangs of spoons grow in decibels -
Units.
The tin heart thumps
This hand twitches;
That leg extends; ...
"... What do you think the seashell means? | | |
| The school closed.
Rusty hinges... Voices mingling in a screechy jargon of static radios.
Their melody forced the artificial garden into submission.
Weeds grew flamboyantly in silent protest.
"We could be beautiful, too"
< < < backwards
up
^
^
^
Growing
Whispering for these ears...
The offhand remark,
"I broke the eggshell, and the yolk fell down" down
down
up
down
Staring.
for a really long time
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Something about... How the crashing waves are rushing behind
the cloudy sky...
They left
to give the
elderly
something to end their lives
all the
sooner
the home residents enjoyed the
attention
We sat perplexed in a
sort of anticipating gaze. The light snow fell in a teasing manner, and each
ponderous student felt it were something more than crystallized water
molecules.
it meant something
something more than
our feeble minds would comprehend
And
then
we ran,
afraid the crashing waves
//would make us
remember//
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