archives [pt1]
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elydesia２０１１年０２月０４日 Freewrite, page 107
Breaks of glass take from home, bombs falling into passing. Chrome breaks, freezing behind us. Taking broken eggshells to the garden at home, hoping they will fertilize all the plants, the grass, and the baby girls in the yard.
At home we look for differences, making matches at distance, markings, deliberate discomfort laying in wait to launch into your youth, targeting your hope, the thoughts. Your fondest memories pass like water through a sive, hopelessly falling. Eagle eyes. Lion eyes. Tower of London. Castles. History.
Oh my, has everything gone by so fast? Please don't let me pass.
Small alley near a back garden, with broken cement and bricks, grass plots breaking through, bikes left for dead, minds gone far away from their home. Trumpets once brassy and shimmering like a dull golden sun. Now left with their hearts beating fast. A heart attack from breath that's exaggerated. Feeling inferior to all other joys children have, but never the less enjoying the wait to be picked up again.
Soft tender caress, touch, feel, across lips and bare shoulders. Living alone in wonderful life, living peace by rivers in hot weather warmth, it's hot.
Travel to the new place by a lover's hand in relation to others around others. Keeping peace with yourself, they would.
Man, the wold is so small. Compared to so much. Trusting instinct to garden, gardens everywhere.
Hope. Green. Life. Android. Living in the time of a virus. Horrible taker backs to give breath to life, having the job done perfectly fine. Beautiful music making hands hurt. My hands hurt.
Don't stop because of the pain, keep moving, like so many others before you. Our darling today, a wedding to be held. Beauty, beautiful lying in glory.
２０１１年０２月０８日 Freewrite, page 109
Open the walls back into the deep,
putting pressure on flacids' touch.
Propping up for the eating out, selfish and enriching,
carnivores and cannibals mix with forests full of danger.
Maps of the crossroads climb stairs with blind feet.
Diamonds in the rough, Rodney dislikes those. Oh, they're having rehearsal today, an experience I can't have or enjoy. These are the people I want to enjoy with, who I've craved in images of the mind. Lustless, however.
Purpose. Monocle. Pocket watch. The first day.
"The big black bug bit the big black bear. The big black bear bled blue blood."
"And the dragon will come at the sound of the drum at a minute or two to two."
Golden light acompaniest with golden rays of puke. Mindless selfishness, peepness of the quake. Deer, diamonds, polishing the Polish to death devels crossing frozen alligators in a dozen million habits and habitats. Lions feeding and gorging. Limitless. Frozen. Also, peaceful.
Haruki opened the door for Yoite to step out. A cat, to which helpless mice run to. To escape their death.
Marina never liked waking up early, which to her, was any time before nine. Never. So this is why she was in the late morning classes, she also had a whole book.
Make peaceful dreams on mountain tops. Taking salley sadie samest into your arms to break and make, all the hopeless little children gone home, making bibles for you to read instead of playing out in the beautiful London snow.
Breaks of glass take from home, bombs falling into passing. Chrome breaks, freezing behind us. Taking broken eggshells to the garden at home, hoping they will fertilize all the plants, the grass, and the baby girls in the yard.
At home we look for differences, making matches at distance, markings, deliberate discomfort laying in wait to launch into your youth, targeting your hope, the thoughts. Your fondest memories pass like water through a sive, hopelessly falling. Eagle eyes. Lion eyes. Tower of London. Castles. History.
Oh my, has everything gone by so fast? Please don't let me pass.
Small alley near a back garden, with broken cement and bricks, grass plots breaking through, bikes left for dead, minds gone far away from their home. Trumpets once brassy and shimmering like a dull golden sun. Now left with their hearts beating fast. A heart attack from breath that's exaggerated. Feeling inferior to all other joys children have, but never the less enjoying the wait to be picked up again.
Soft tender caress, touch, feel, across lips and bare shoulders. Living alone in wonderful life, living peace by rivers in hot weather warmth, it's hot.
Travel to the new place by a lover's hand in relation to others around others. Keeping peace with yourself, they would.
Man, the wold is so small. Compared to so much. Trusting instinct to garden, gardens everywhere.
Hope. Green. Life. Android. Living in the time of a virus. Horrible taker backs to give breath to life, having the job done perfectly fine. Beautiful music making hands hurt. My hands hurt.
Don't stop because of the pain, keep moving, like so many others before you. Our darling today, a wedding to be held. Beauty, beautiful lying in glory.
２０１１年０２月０８日 Freewrite, page 109
Open the walls back into the deep,
putting pressure on flacids' touch.
Propping up for the eating out, selfish and enriching,
carnivores and cannibals mix with forests full of danger.
Maps of the crossroads climb stairs with blind feet.
Diamonds in the rough, Rodney dislikes those. Oh, they're having rehearsal today, an experience I can't have or enjoy. These are the people I want to enjoy with, who I've craved in images of the mind. Lustless, however.
Purpose. Monocle. Pocket watch. The first day.
"The big black bug bit the big black bear. The big black bear bled blue blood."
"And the dragon will come at the sound of the drum at a minute or two to two."
Golden light acompaniest with golden rays of puke. Mindless selfishness, peepness of the quake. Deer, diamonds, polishing the Polish to death devels crossing frozen alligators in a dozen million habits and habitats. Lions feeding and gorging. Limitless. Frozen. Also, peaceful.
Haruki opened the door for Yoite to step out. A cat, to which helpless mice run to. To escape their death.
Marina never liked waking up early, which to her, was any time before nine. Never. So this is why she was in the late morning classes, she also had a whole book.
Make peaceful dreams on mountain tops. Taking salley sadie samest into your arms to break and make, all the hopeless little children gone home, making bibles for you to read instead of playing out in the beautiful London snow.
