Disorder packaged for transport.
I wanted to mod podge earlier today, but instead I posted a poem.
Photo Class coming up soon; more pictures to follow, I assume.
On Flickr, too.


Street side at 4 a.m.The happy couple eats from old kale cans and purchases their soles (souls?) on the black market. It's closets and alleys these days, and strange men in smokescreen dives.Street side at 4 a.m.
My perfume of choice is pomade and whiskey.
I remember my legs used to be longer but now it seems I don't fit the bill. They starve for the attention, for the coin that they used to attract. Perhaps I should never have left Paris.
He is a terrifying man. He is filling my
ears and emptying my stomach. My
ribs rub against my clothes and sound like a wind instrument.
M


Valediction Amidst Purple YarnKnit one purl two Think three Love youValediction Amidst Purple Yarn
I don't much feel like spinning I don't much feel like whirling I don't much feel like knitting but my ears are cold.
Every time the needles click slide click my stomach gets warm and flutters
This scarf is uneven. I guess you could say, Me Too.
I hope you like it.
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I embrace my desire to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human
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my draw gallery -> ~NSTaLL
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~L0stSOul23~
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~Love~Peace~Happiness~~
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~Kelly
The greatest assumption of humankind is the next moment.
It makes me feel uberspecial.
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We couldn't bring the columns down
We couldn't destroy a single one
A tres bientot !
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LDL
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