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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. A Woman of No Importance, Act 3. Saturday, February 9, 2013. Gingham tressed upon gingham written upon. Pages wiped with words that seep between lips. Blankets taken under and over fireplaces inflamed with warmth. Of embers burned and disappeared into air thin that hits cold skin. Settles and drys white. Monday, July 23, 2012. In summers of Greens and Blooz. Ooh ooh why didn’t I remember. It was nothing to remember.

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thisiswherethekeysbecomemyink: My Senses

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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. A Woman of No Importance, Act 3. Friday, March 25, 2011. Tasted. in a breathe. The quickness of 500, 25 thousand, 600 minutes. Watched, in a blink. The unraveling of tissue by the hundreds. Took in the smell, wafting of sweets and homemades. The rustling of taffeta, yellow ruffles. Hoisted upon two thin legs. Touched, the softness of a face. That only can be the blossoming reflection of a girl whom I've known for years.

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thisiswherethekeysbecomemyink: Bohemians Sitting on a Stump

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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. A Woman of No Importance, Act 3. Tuesday, June 7, 2011. Bohemians Sitting on a Stump. Bohemians sitting on a stump. Scratching the surface of wood with their curled in. Crouched over in waiting like a homeless man waiting for soup after three days of starvation. They gaze over to the next Bohemian on a stump. And wonder what they look like underneath. What they are starving for. Listen to this beat! All That I Remember...

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thisiswherethekeysbecomemyink: Craving, Asking, Partaking

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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. A Woman of No Importance, Act 3. Tuesday, September 14, 2010. Craving, Asking, Partaking. I want to see paradise, but I want a red delicious apple too. I want to live by the beach, but I crave rhubarb cobbler too much. I want to be in love, but I covet creme brulee. Is it the tastes that I long for, or the satisfaction I get from this nourishment? My eyes are too big for my stomach, so I eat of the crimson ball.

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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. A Woman of No Importance, Act 3. Thursday, October 7, 2010. Time is not on my side. Isn't that the opposite of what the Stones put forward that embraced. To realize that one day there will be nothing left of time but our tired and worn out bodies. A butterfly.in it's finite being only has so much of this limited allotment. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My friend till the End/Lover of my Soul.

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thisiswherethekeysbecomemyink: "Do You Have A Light?"

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The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. A Woman of No Importance, Act 3. Friday, June 17, 2011. Do You Have A Light? You stain like the stale smell of a cigarette. That seeps into my sienna burnt strands of hair. In your simple stain fashion, permanence lies deep at the scalp. Sitting there, rotting there, with no. Way to wipe away, scrub clean. Without first smelling the awful. Stench of smoke left in the follicles. Breathe it in, blow it out, with no.

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Creative writing and art reviews. Desire in 17 Syllables. This is what I know:. Your contract with skin. By Vince Bauters on July. 19. 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Creative writing and art reviews. The Air Breathes You. From moment to memory to moment, time moves back and forth, taking us with it. The spark and the seed and the sea. It’s a journey of a thousand words. Finally, you will find the perfect name, and city, and reason to spill ink onto paper. All your life: the sky will trace the outline of your body. By Vince Bauters on July. 11. 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.

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