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When We Were Eight
superfluously, adventure, age, culture, home, love, paradise, wisdom,
When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day's dawn
what potential did you
with your autonomic empathy,
integrity of left-deductive
with elder-right-tempered languages,
Who were you
as you stepped into morning's warm spring sun,
how were you one of "us"
Die Another Day
superfluously, fantasy, fun, imagery, imagination, parody, woman,
“Die Another Day”
“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”
“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
A Report Of The Jewels Excavated From The Tomb Of The Hectate, Done In A Kind Of A Verse
superfluously, absence, adventure, africa, analogy, art, confusion, endurance,
I do not know?
Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired,
Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat;
And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber,
In the iliac region in which its...
superfluously, history, hurt, inspiration,
I do not know?
These are quotes from the end of my Freshman summer of college. Remembering this time of my life I was getting over a broken heart. It was the first time I had ever been in...
Purveyor of Ecstasy
superfluously, appreciation, beauty, education, environment, happiness, high school,
Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed,
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted;
So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous
But an in peace slumber I desperately...
superfluously, angst, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lovelove,
Where, when, and how will it happen?
If I ask questions, I receive questions
Of adoration. Silence ensues.
In worriment, I catch a look
On my lady's face, and come
To realize her head is spinning.
Mediums between tongues tumble,
form formed facilitating figurative
impressions, indicating illusory images
leaving lines lingering
lost loves looking lenient
mutually morphing mutated mild memories
still seeking superfluously some singular sensation
omitting old obsessions
until unanimously underlining
lust, loathing lost linear liabilities
withheld woes weaving worries