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by ~squidgeon
Pass Your Father the Water"Pass Your Father the Water"Pass Your Father the Water
We sit, eating dinner, listening to the tiredness of my father. He looks down at his food with silent eyes nodding the occassional nod
to something my mother just said.
She goes on and on, with the *Clink-Scrape-Scrape* of forks and knives busy in the background skating across patterned plates
filling in the lonely pauses.
"Pass your father the water..."
I comply only to hear, "So are you serious about transferring?" When I tell him I guess so, he starts on his spiel
about living my
by ~squidgeon
BaptismBaptismBaptism
Faith renewal statements fell upon my ears; dud waves of lost words droned on drowning into futile airy nothings, useful like leaves caught upon windows, fences, and car tires.
Now what caught my attention was the light... candles shined in the dark-- perhaps I was lost in someone's eyes. I was witnessing
"true" ceremonial bliss.
But,
the winds of passion swayed the flames as they forged in water this soul's signature.
Now why did that baby cry after the consumm
by ~squidgeon
My Head HurtsMy Head HurtsMy Head Hurts
Patterns, patterns, crissing and crossing, cutting, blending, and butting into even more patterns; weaving a mesh of infinity, networking of thought. It seems as if the page cringes in pain every time the pen is pressed to it...held against her throat saying, "C'mon, show me that beautiful blue blood of yours. Bleed me your heart! Bleed me some life!" while the ball point watches in fascination as scabs coagulate over words and fragments that didn't make the cut. By now, he usually gives in and the harvesting of its fruitful potentiality softens and simmers into a symbiotic synergy with leave
by ~squidgeon
Favourites
SchoolbusSchoolbus .Schoolbus
School over The bell rings I climb onto the bus Staking my claim A long three seater All for me Only for me I drop into the corner And put knees up on seat back I ignore the look from the bus aide She should know better
The driver on the CB "Hey 21! See that show?" Ninny conversations
Headphones - CD - Play Drown it all out CD of the day - something metal "Like - oh my god - did you like see Jenny's...byoukizami uchikonde mimimoto..." The music drowns out the babbling
We finally
by ~firesaber16985
Time is not linearTime is not linear.Time is not linear
It is, however, like mica. Overlapping, translucent, the hindsightТs of the past are applied subconsciously. Unaccountable memories, small recollections of what has already been done ink into the present.
Not repetitious, lifeТs actions are simultaneous. I come, and stay, and go all at once.
I collected mica as a child. Hoarded it in the pockets of my jeans. I guess that is fitting.
As soon as you get comfortable, I am gone. You knew I was leaving. You have already seen me leave. Yet you looked surprised. So very surprised. I remember. It was fall.
&
by ~idealisticnymph
Picture This - dr-dHer refuge overlooking father's fields, A place to bare the soul She plays a final bitter sweet tune Nearby ocean waves crash in accompanimentPicture This - dr-d
She sings and plays all past dreams Every plea and wish and hope and desire All the grief and happiness and troubled days Sung and played between a girl and a woman
An unrestrained girl, contemplating eternity The knowing woman whispering assurance Argument waged through lyrical sorrow Emotion and logic balanced by limitations
Promises made, pacts are formed A shared embrace Together they leave the
by ~dr-d
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- Current Residence: Are you a telemarketer?
- Interests: yes
- Favourite movie: Star Wars Saga / Waking Life
- Favourite band or musician: ...talent
- Favourite genre of music: Improvisational
- Favourite artist: M.C. Escher, Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: geez, the next good one?
- Favourite photographer: Myself if & when I ever get equipment
- Favourite style of art: cooly flashy
- Operating System: um, Windows ME?
- MP3 player of choice: WMP?
- Shell of choice: Lobster
- Wallpaper of choice: c'mon...
- Skin of choice: fried turkey
- Favourite game: chess
- Favourite gaming platform: chess board ...or Atari 2600
- Favourite cartoon character: yet to be drawn
- Personal Quote: So, um...
- Tools of the Trade: chisel and stone slab
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Anyway.
WHERE ARE YOU!?!?
*pokes*
You've got my sister next semester! MWAHAHAHAHA!
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~firesaber16985
-~It ain't over until the fat lady sings, and I just slit the bitch's throat.~-
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You're really a squid!!!!!
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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~firesaber16985
-~It ain't over until the fat lady sings, and I just slit the bitch's throat.~-
Ewww....now I feel dirty just SAYING those names...*puts on metal*
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~firesaber16985
-~It ain't over until the fat lady sings, and I just slit the bitch's throat.~-
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