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Indian LullabyAmong the graces of orchard kings, we sit like moonlight on a field of grain. In violet beams of sky-burst bright in the evening,Indian Lullaby
the warriors dance to beats of lives saved and lives lost, to beats of foot on foot on, pounding the ground rock soil.
Again they dance, waving hands through swarms of fire,light,fire
flying home to forest swamps in the no-light.
Childs laughter bursts as smoke from a pine cone,frizz-pop,and they alight, from guilty blamelessnesses to a painfully relieving smolder of the
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things your happy told meyour happy remembers you i left the letter on your pillow so that you could read it you dont want to read it you throw it away you tell it that you are done with it especially when the cat doesnt come home even a cat remembers your happythings your happy told me
and i remember your happy when it came home in your smile when it held your hand as you laughed when it whispered in your dance when it snuck into your room at night
sometimes your happy calls your celular phone it will buzz on the kitchen counter and i will remember how it helped you smell the grass &


The MarigoldI In a garden, full of grace, bouncing in the sunlight, reflecting our human spirit.The Marigold
II It smells like this: My mom tells me that it keeps the bugs away. And the bunnies will stay away from the tomatos.
III Put into corners of 4 like a box, a prison.
IV Orange and yellow are colors, the next, says the spectrum, is green.
V The springtime brings me raindrops and warm soup by the window, where I watch and the snow melts
VI I live in the city, a place of men and cars. I do no


Wednesday February 20 2008I woke, this morning, to the stillness of my radiator and warm sun-filled sheets. It felt like coldness and bitter sucks of air in to my nostrils. Here, the bright hot squares of air lie in the facade of warmth; diagonally on the floor. Death speaks openly in the empty spaces and it looks like some creature I have not yet encountered.Wednesday February 20 2008
it looks like many days before my destiny was read to me; the book that was held with melting hands and engraved with pieces of stained glass. Somehow, Id like to stay to chat with this creature. but it is only


Thursday February 21 2008I can hear dialogues that sound like children playing on plastic playgrounds standing over oceans of rubber fragments. They are a game where winning is only an idea in our imaginations that we make up to keep the big giant shark from eating everyone in this great big pirate ship. These noises are of green leaves in December and red fruit with green curly hair.Thursday February 21 2008
In this place, shadows are blue instead of gray, they are like the heavens after the sun has up and gone and left all of its shadows lying all over the sky. Tonight, I will
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This is the most recent person that I've featured on *DailyDeviants. I strongly encourage you to check him/her out. ---The work in Greg's gallery is simple, like pouring water into a glass. But I find myself wanting to read it again and again, for his tone and his words can make a person feel like floating, as his ideas wash over us like bed-blankets. |
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If I like it, I do it.
Municipal Heroes
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"I've never met a zombie, but if I did I'd get away in a golf cart"
- Gerard Way (Emily The Strange interview)
I really want you to read it, as you would know me best.
It's a new deviation.
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If I like it, I do it.
Municipal Heroes
It's startling.
I sound like an ass, an ignorant ass with a few issues towards everybody including himself. A mixture of Robin and Simon in a terrifying method of madness.
Here's the thing though. I was never aware of this until now. Every thing I've ever said as a youth was never intended to come out like this. I feel as if I've always had pure intentions, with a bad spot here and there. It makes me happy about who I've become though, the changes quite obvious.
By the way, Gra's Adventures are killin' me right now.
"Gra blew it open with a grenade and silently crawled in to avoid making too much noise."
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If I like it, I do it.
Municipal Heroes
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...Dying is what the living do... dying is what the loving do... dying is what, to live, each has to do.
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I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like you parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. Completely. - Henry Rollins
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Lost and abandoned places [link]
Website [link]
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Perhaps it's just me, but take a full look at her profile, and tell me what you think. If everything is legitimate, it's rather impressive.
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If I like it, I do it.
Municipal Heroes
I couldn't resist showing you this.
It's the artist comment really.
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If I like it, I do it.
Municipal Heroes
This may make it into my top five.
Sadly enough, my will to lol people is going down hill. I've had too many confrontations that make me feel like an asshole.
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If I like it, I do it.
Municipal Heroes
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