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Tangled Up In BlueHe was sitting on a park bench rubbing his hands together. The day was blue cold, the wet leaves, and dead trees with wet bark kind of cold. He cupped his hands and blew into them, trying to keep himself warm. He’d been here before. Well, not here, but places like here. Nose running, body shuttering. He stared at his hands, his named tattooed below his knuckles on each hand. “Billy Mercy,” he said to himself, like he was just checking to make sure he was right. Cars rolled by, fuzzy beams of light in the chilly mist. He was shuttering worse now; he blew into his hands again convincing himself it was just the cold. Looking up, he saw a heaTangled Up In Blue
by ~3vol
LickThere was nothing more tortured than the news painting our bodies blue as we twisted between the sheets Words of war in a caustic seafoam atmosphere I love you burning Every breath is a bombLick
by ~3vol
Los Angeles, 1986He sits, staring at the grime infesting the concrete all. The pipes perspiring, echoing little drops of sound as they drip to the floor. And he sits, staring eyes unblinking, drying out as cracks of red chisel their way into his iris. His boots are sitting, warped and worn, besides his bed; a glass of water is sweating bullets under his heavy stare, bending the blues and greens of the walls between its circumference. This room is all he has: his boots, his glass, and the toilet, faulty and broken in the next, tiny room. Everyday he gets up in the same clothes and works in the factory; he works with iron titans and human automatons, and hLos Angeles, 1986
by ~3vol
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Zombie Huntby ~shakken
reali swear to Godreal
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him think of something poetic and real and un-cliché, just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
&nbs
by ~jesstasy18247
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Chicago
- Interests: Hip-hop, specifically graff and verse. Spoken word.
- Favourite movie: Dead Poets Society
- Favourite band or musician: Typical Cats, Smiths, Misfits/Danzig, the Bronx, Sage Francis/Non-Prophets, and oh so much more.
- Favourite artist: Daim, Revise, Simon Bisley, Keith Hering
- Favourite poet or writer: Saul Williams
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Skin of choice: Creepy question
- Favourite game: Super Smash Bros.
- Favourite gaming platform: N64
- Favourite cartoon character: Mandy from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy or your wack ass.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, Pencil, Notebook, Blackbook
- AIM: EmmetWasAll
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Haressh
~"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain
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