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pluralthe
beauty
of the
world
rips me asunder
the will
of god
tears me thus
the smile
of a child
innocence
that can
hardly wait
to be lost
grinds
my soul
to dust
pluralthe
beauty
of the
world
rips me asunder
the will
of god
tears me thus
the smile
of a child
innocence
that can
hardly wait
to be lost
grinds
my soul
to dust
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the man in the firstbluepicture.
Date: 2000-12-07 07:48 am (UTC)like gene wilder.
maybe he is.
but this writing is too beautiful
for me to utilize
my great ability for
banal tripe.
you
grind my coalblacksoul
to diamond dust.
Re: the man in the firstbluepicture.
Date: 2000-12-07 10:30 am (UTC)and the girl is Alice,
the girl about whom and with
whom he told "Alice in Wonderland"
I thought it quite fitting
you do not understand
Date: 2000-12-07 11:47 am (UTC)knocked me to the ground.
i am listening to songs
from alice
the game.
the eerie sounds
reach into my soul.
and in my reponse
to your comment on my thoughts
of empty apartments
i mentioned alice.
because of the music.
but i come here.
and see her.
i am truly fainting.
you have just amazed me.
magnifique
Date: 2000-12-07 08:15 pm (UTC)and words and pictures
and places in between
my breathing sleeping sluggish
thoughts
filled and drowning
and flying above something
that i knew... didn't really
coming to be in the next cliff
of a moment
thank you
seeping
Lost