August 2011
sleepingtigers:
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. Six Word Story by Margaret Atwood
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clavicola:
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
Neil Gaiman
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Keep painting until you faint (a).
Keep painting until you die (b).
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benny4lava:
seatbelt pants
The bird has a sarynx, not a larynx. Air a bitter switch that strikes the back, I have no boat, no crescent of lakewater lapping the lakehouse. I have no lakehouse, what world is this. I feel close to nature with ice water in my chest, fear’s wet nest. I’ll etch on glass— shallow mark, sharp tool. Draw an arrow between want and lack, make a map of lack and I’ve both killed a day and drawn a body....
