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rebuildso much was given up in making this and so far nought but loss but slowly we rebuild, you and i, into the reverse image of how we would be, want to be and shall be with only the sun on our necks and on your shouldersrebuild
mistakes, pretence aside you know just what to say and when, whereas i, tripping up consonants and vowels, splutter out derogatory phrases or just completely miss the mark, skip the beat and heart and head do not fail to whenever you say three words i base existence around
and every rise and set i notice the fragility of knowing and of life and of living, yet the one thing i lack is the confidence
by ~Lyleisinaband
untitled IIsnap awake; snapfrozen almost. drifting sweetly between planes of sheets the right size and polite "no's". all you can give is a broken story, disappointment laced through like roots, so that leaving is a necessity, but i can't, won't. i swear i would have caught you when you slipped, carried you back to your room like a doll and lain you there for not the world to see, but my eyes only. in retrospect, lover, unintentional; i wasn't there.untitled II
by ~Lyleisinaband
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white walls, reflection floorsbuildings, tall palm trees, always green people, lights, smells, sounds only the music in your ears leaves falling on your feet heading for the groundwhite walls, reflection floors
hit it running without looking over your shoulder at the stranger waiting for you, holding your stare. ivy creeping the windows (paranoia!) faceless figures in the hall (run, baby) numbers
don't want to leave you with this don't want to leave you like this we are leaving, you are cominggoingheregonetomorrow
I'll be back the rain falls lightly on my neck forgets
by ~rosielf
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do not steal this fruit
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- Current Residence: australia
- Interests: you, music & everything cool and not terribly shit.
- Favourite movie: Into the Wild
- Favourite band or musician: Panda Bear
- Favourite genre of music: math rock, grindcore, experimental, noise, pop, electronica, indie, screamo.
- Favourite artist: Cailan Burns
- Favourite poet or writer: Nick Earls
- Favourite photographer: Rosie Turner
- Favourite style of art: hand drawn
- MP3 player of choice: i prefer cd's and tapes, thanks
- Personal Quote: doin' what you... do?
- Tools of the Trade: black pen, blue pen
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Anyways, I posted the next chapter, it is 'Human: Trustworthy'. Please check it out, you might be the only person who offers constuctive feedback!
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theyll shoot me i dont care theyll shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother
--246179
thanks for letting me know
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lets get into the texta pens and draw us up a storm
okk!! alternatively, you could add me on your watch and then it (the computator) tells you when I add the next chapter
I'll try reminds you anyways
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theyll shoot me i dont care theyll shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother
--246179
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lets get into the texta pens and draw us up a storm
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theyll shoot me i dont care theyll shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother
--246179
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Your friendly neighborhood Anthony!
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lets get into the texta pens and draw us up a storm
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Your friendly neighborhood Anthony!
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Your friendly neighborhood Anthony!
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