~Pixil8ed
James S. Powell
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Sail on SoothsayerHe lived his days among cogs of iron, his hands slick with grease. His breath went forth like smog and wrapped gently the stackwork shacks of the ragged ones. Careless hands, folded and a stash of mismatched parts, turn the maul's eye from us. The firedancers raced down steamy alleys, leaving streaks of red outside windows stained with grime and dusk. He leaned against the chimney pipe, his hair a stark ghost of color. He swore unthinkable oaths. As he slept, prophecies curled about his lips in the form of smoke, his bed a mess of plywood faintly illuminated.Sail on Soothsayer
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As for this dying“Don't tell me this is how you wanted it.”As for this dying
She takes a sip of coffee and stares out at the rain. “There were times when you and I wore masks of our own,” to which there is no response. Like that night she floundered with a cigarette and grew uncomfortable with her own body. “I'm much too fat,” is how she looks at it, “I don't swim,” yet did not consider the softness of certain fabrics.
Then again, these things come and go, the tree out the window, memories of sunny July parks, how she (or I) chewed her piercing, unnatural bleeding.
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SoothsayerBy November maybe you'll be home again and i'll be a bag of rot curbside and dreaming of kairi and her long hair of retribution.Soothsayer
There are fish men around the drain pipe which is massive and insurmountable among the mushroom stalks and rain and rain and over there did you know there are these blue skies you wouldn't fucking believe? i swear clouds as big as Jambi stretching and texas spread over africa white canopy and I called it mine.
I embraced him like armistice, he was impossibly tall my feet off the ground my arms imprinted by should
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IowaIn Iowa you were a golden rant, you walked circles in the sky. I stood inIowa
spirit beside the slow water under a highway bridge, and the police
tried to drag you off for suicide claims. Laying on your back spread
open to the stars in Iowa, a breeze in the blue grass, tents and pale
campers. You followed moonlight and dug pizzas out of dumpsters,
staking a claim in the machinery of a nation, and took your broken rags
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i think you would really dig his work. i do.
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i never learn
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[kmw]
as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
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Life is an endless wake.
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[kmw]
as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
Oh, and
happybelatedbirthday - isee. :3
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Life is an endless wake.
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i never learn
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Life is an endless wake.
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i never learn
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all of my issues are serious
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