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Good Things Are Hard. | Empty Meadow
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Tickets to Real Imaginary Places. Laquo; You there? Good Things Are Hard. The breath of an open window. Eyes swollen from confusion. The cold feet of sharing a queen sized bed. The slamming of, not one. I’m sure the neighbors heard. But all I hear is their fucking cat meow. With a burning desire to put mouse traps on the mat your cat pisses on. The mat in which I walk on with my bare feet. The heat of a down comforter in the summer. The instant solution to a temporary problem. Is always so tempting.
You there? | Empty Meadow
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Tickets to Real Imaginary Places. Good Things Are Hard. Wishing does no good. When you want nothing more. Than to cease existence. Clarity only comes from pain. Pain that descends from pleasure. Wishing does no sin. When you want simply, to exist. In the eyes of god. This entry was posted on December 6, 2011 at 11:44 PM and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. One Response to “You there?
Playing House. | Empty Meadow
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Tickets to Real Imaginary Places. Laquo; Good Things Are Hard. Maybe in Another Week or So…. He left a mix CD on my windshield. Spray painted white, detailed hand drawn purple gears. Then he fell asleep when we had family dinner plans. Our moms never met. The whole 6 year ordeal. That same summer,. We vandalized, stole, rode bikes. Night was the only time of day. Those odd hours of darkness that slip by. His mom was in the next room,. The door was open. I left my bookmaking supplies,. And cut my losses.
Hem. | Empty Meadow
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Tickets to Real Imaginary Places. Laquo; Call of Fate. Plumes of ivory velour. In their viscious kiss,. In this portable fire. This entry was posted on January 17, 2011 at 11:05 PM and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. One Response to “Hem.”. March 12, 2011 at 10:23 AM. I love this, Jasmin. Simple, spacious, moving. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
Maybe in Another Week or So… | Empty Meadow
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Tickets to Real Imaginary Places. Laquo; Playing House. Maybe in Another Week or So…. When I think that smart girls never fall in love,. Would it be a lie? But I know you’re better off,. Getting so much accomplished. While I sit and look at pictures of you,. Shamelessly eating these pretzel pizza combos. I’m surprised I can even shit,. My last substantial meal was 8 days ago. Break down. Get fixed. Break down. Get fixed. Because sometimes, that’s all you want to feel. Eventually, someone will call me back.
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The ladder: 2013-01
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Long let stand the pleasance of my hand on bare skin flesh to crawl with a drawl of significance on this night full of the drippings of a Seattle rain. And blood is the color of my sleeplessness the value of my sheepishness in the face of your dead grin. But i am a pear of a man the sick sick brand broken by loathing a self bloating instability that ruins to cripple me with its own redundancy over and over and over and over again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
The ladder: 2013-10
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So that i can formally. Appease not a thing. That should ease you. For your pain engrained. I am so glad that i am not sad. That your body I’ve shamed. It’s just that i inundate. Myself with images of shit. Bag fuck-wits walking this. Zombie dead dirt fuck ground. Earth that dies dies dies. Stinks rots bleeds fecal matter. A cold warm blooded spatter. Why won’t you die you. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Empty Meadow by Jasmin Kwan. Maybe in Another Week or So….
The ladder: 2014-09
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And the living gravel. Whilst moving headlong through. A kind of haunted sleet. A cold has come". Though he trudges on. To some unknown end. If ever she were there. The flame of his despair. A warmth of a kind. That left no trace. That she would ever. Then he would pause. And upwards he would. Into a kind of blinding. Where a light should. At once forgotten,. A memory of a reminder. That she were there,. A sickness would overcome me. In time for the winter solstice. To deface me with. To suffer the dying.
The ladder: 2014-01
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Afterthought by John Belmont. I have to pee. Afterthought by John Belmont. Afterthought by John Belmont. Afterthought by John Belmont. Who are we kidding? Afterthought by John Belmont. Afterthought by John Belmont. Fart like a man. Afterthought by John Belmont. Afterthought by John Belmont. Afterthought by John Belmont. Afterthought by John Belmont. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. I have to pee. Who are we kidding? Fart like a man. Empty Meadow by Jasmin Kwan.
The ladder: Cancel
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Into a station unmapped. Here comes the frame. I wish i'd come sooner. When dying was less. All the way home. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Empty Meadow by Jasmin Kwan. Maybe in Another Week or So…. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
The ladder: 2011-04
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The ladder: Blood letter
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A sickness would overcome me. In time for the winter solstice. To deface me with. A kind of beleaguered. To suffer the dying. Got in my way. Ever change you,. But in this gray place,. Where i try and hold this,. Bleeds a certain feeling. To let the blood. And my flesh would pale in. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Empty Meadow by Jasmin Kwan. Maybe in Another Week or So…. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
The ladder: 2014-08
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Bodies move in succession. Dripping with acrid indifference. These bodies gather unwittingly,. Pushing, shoving, bumping,. Comatose to the failure of existence. Having mindlessly given up. Any pretense of resistance. To what must surely come. The bodies move decaying. Squawking and forever spraying. Words that have no shelf-life. Touting the benefits of a purpose. In the face of a nothingness. That your god simply cannot explain. Whether we are given purpose. Or create our own. We all go away in the end,.
The ladder: 2014-05
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Into a station unmapped. Here comes the frame. I wish i'd come sooner. When dying was less. All the way home. In a word or two. We are the dead. Stumbling into a promised. Without a hint of redemption. Nor guarantee of a life. At moment’s end. We are the wasting. A mass of cells. On the basis of day. When death is so prevalent. And the fact that. Life is not evidence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Empty Meadow by Jasmin Kwan. Maybe in Another Week or So….
The ladder: Saranesia
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And the living gravel. Whilst moving headlong through. A kind of haunted sleet. A cold has come". Though he trudges on. To some unknown end. If ever she were there. The flame of his despair. A warmth of a kind. That left no trace. That she would ever. Then he would pause. And upwards he would. Into a kind of blinding. Where a light should. At once forgotten,. A memory of a reminder. That she were there,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Empty Meadow by Jasmin Kwan.
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Tickets to Real Imaginary Places. It is what it is. Sometimes I feel like I'm existing instead of living. 4 Responses to “Know Thyself.”. September 11, 2010 at 3:26 AM. September 17, 2010 at 8:07 PM. All we can strive to be is an honest representation of what we are…. Trace of fluorine, silicon, manganese, zinc, copper, aluminum, and arsenic. The composition of which is infinitely variable, unique, and special… yet, as above, uncompromisingly identical. May 18, 2012 at 4:39 AM. July 20, 2013 at 9:12 PM.
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