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About Me Member General Writer LafcadioMale/United States

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resevoir.the long pieces of my hair caught against the curve of my lips,
the taste of burning fabric that seeped into my skin; it made itself a home there, like bacteria on a truck stop toilet -- i never make a sound (you call me the holy [g]host). resevoir.
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my heavy hands.like waves she fell, black ocean crashing on the mesh of a radio speaker that spoke all the words in the growling throat of a feral being with a one-attendant cage;
one side for shitting, the other for purging.
come with me, past those foaming jowls of a beast and into the salt that sits just above the curve of your lip; my bowl for a pleasing supper that fits just beneath my palate, reserved for the usual's (unusually so).
and to my surprise, through the infected swell of eyes and thick miasma of
plague-like theatre, we danced like the drunken fools on the old tyme commercials; & my heavy hands.
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customary.my tongue is the color of a serpent's skin; made for devouring leather-faced children with fire in their eyes, and old december lights with the wire strung too thin. this world was cast into silver moon reflection; winding down to the last drop of wax on fine stationary paper, where the words were erased and replaced with your eyes. customary.
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agrostis.fragrant flower that is your skin, hold me close with your wilted petals still spread out beneath you on the cold ground;
a frigid winter to the naked flesh. agrostis.
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and a new day will dawn.

Mon Dec 28, 2009, 11:14 PM

Drinking: coke, rum.

life, once a dull reminder of a masterful goal, has taken an interesting turn.
let's see where this goes.

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i would only wish for a life to live without the fear of saying too much (and always too little).

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Current Residence: fuck, florida.
Interests: serial killers, existentialism, sociopaths, drug culture, long drives, secrets, personality.
Favourite movie: the mudge boy, the grafitti artist, zero day, 12 and holding, dahmer.
Favourite band or musician: elliott smith, jeff buckley, as tall as lions, a perfect circle, thrice, circa survive.
Favourite genre of music: the passionate kind.
Favourite poet or writer: Rod McKuen.
Favourite style of art: surrealism.

MSN: vespertine_@live.com

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=IAmPhoenixMoth Aug 31, 2009, 6:12:41 AM

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_{Me: I would be terrified if someone asked me to make a family tree.
Me: and all the cousins I mean? that's JUST my mother's side.
<annika235>that wouldnt be a tree
<annika235>it's a FOREST}

`Anavah May 8, 2009, 10:34:18 PM

Congratulations on your DailyDeviation! Lovely words in your gallery!

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No need to thank me for "Faves" or Watches; however, if you feel the need, please do so in my Shoutbox.

Thank you.

~fragmentare May 9, 2009, 1:54:48 PM

Thank you so much for reading.

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and i saw your face in everyone, i swear.

~maria-tulfe Apr 15, 2009, 4:59:05 PM

this may sound odd, but I was just telling Ravon that everything you write is beautiful and thought you should know. [:

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_{you are the only thing that makes me want to live at all / oh, when i am with you there's no reason to pretend / that when i am with you / i feel flames again / just put me inside you / i would never, ever leave...}