FECTIONAIRE

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Monday, July 30, 2007

Mother Nature

Mother Nature Purple radiant flowers emerge from a sea of green. Time gives all beautiful things a chance. The sun runs and hides from a laughing moon taking with it the reasons to dream. The purple flowers we picked for her have died. The purple flo wers we didn't pick have also died. Sign in to see full entry.

Thunder & Lightening

Thunder and Lightening are the Same Fucking Thing Lightening fascinates While thunder frightens. There's a whole world down there That nobody cares about. The cheering and praying helps me get along. Yours. Not mine. My prayers don't work anymore. My prayers have nothing to do with you. They did.... Sign in to see full entry.

I Want to be Famous

I Want to be Famous There's a whole other world out there. Where people see things other people don't see. A limitless see of green to the horizon sparkles under a diamond moon. White teeth lie as empty speech echoes down the hall to the mastermind. There's only one way to get there. Fly. Sign in to see full entry.

The Taste of Whiskey

The Taste of Whiskey It burns. It burns the pain away. It hurts going down. Like a fight or a fight with her. A fight to get it down for a while. Then it tastes better. like extremely stale tears. That once gag triggering sniff now invites it closer. Until it tastes good. Until it means something... Sign in to see full entry.

A Truly Healthy Relationship

A Truly Healthy Relationship Hiding my fear in the smile on your face I keep you occupied with what could only be my cynicism. Too crazy to disregard subtle hints of genius these days I only stick close to those I know could kill me. Place another secret upon my head and watch the cracks below my... Sign in to see full entry.

A Place to Safe to be Afraid

A Place Too Safe to be Afraid The animal lives on both sides of the wall. The wall infested with insects and secrets. I fill my belly with lies and waste as the weeds and vines grow up and through and around the freedom. I here the deer's hooves scrape the sacred ground I'm so afraid of. Through an... Sign in to see full entry.

Half a Cup of Bullshit

Half a Cup of Bullshit There's something about a crowd of smiles. There's something about what it does, how everybody feels. You don't realize it but you see them all. You feed off them, you taste them. Each one a different recipe but all share one common ingredient. Sign in to see full entry.

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