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Write me when you wake – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. Write me when you wake. February 2, 2016. February 2, 2016. Write me when you wake. So I can pretend. Our songs are still. Our songs. Give me peace. Until my eyes fold. I taught you to love,. Published by Nicholas Heinecke. Formerly cool punk rocker. Fell in love with a girl. Ink and Milk. View all posts by Nicholas Heinecke. One thought on “ Write me when you wake. February 3, 2016 at 7:44 pm. Tenth like 💃🏼 number one fan. Enter your comment here.
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First Impressions – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. December 21, 2015. December 21, 2015. I remember your soft. And vagrant hair. Fallen. From ear to lips, you returned. The wanderer to its home. Published by Nicholas Heinecke. Formerly cool punk rocker. Fell in love with a girl. Ink and Milk. View all posts by Nicholas Heinecke. One thought on “ First Impressions. December 25, 2015 at 11:05 pm. 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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Thrash Unreal – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. March 23, 2016. March 23, 2016. This city is an ashtray. The narrow entryway of the Triple Rock was a cramped amalgam of crust punks, riot girls, and anarcho-kids that stretched on further than my bladder could appreciate. I’m still not sure whether I was shivering then from the cold or the need to take a leak, but the ogre beside me must have assumed the latter. He whispered in my ear. Ain’t no one here that’d notice a lil extra piss in the air.
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C R A S H – U N R E A L – Page 2 – "So messed up, I want you here."
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. Of the eternal shore. I, in waves,. January 31, 2016. January 31, 2016. In your sleep Wednesday mornings. I did my time. In waiting, a life. Faceless without your palms. January 20, 2016. January 22, 2016. She is the lone headlight. Reflection in a fox’s eyes,. One in the morning,. January 20, 2016. February 9, 2016. I remember your soft. And vagrant hair. Fallen. From ear to lips, you returned. The wanderer to its home. December 21, 2015.
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Afternoon, off the blanket – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. Afternoon, off the blanket. May 17, 2016. My fingers bend back blades. Of grass and I imagine myself. As the smallest cloud drifting. Apart, like gray hairs in water. Published by Nicholas Heinecke. Formerly cool punk rocker. Fell in love with a girl. Ink and Milk. View all posts by Nicholas Heinecke. 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).
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November 2015 – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. And churn on the horizon. Painted. Fingers of warmer hues strip. The rains of prismatic. Property and rake the air. Trace left. Dipping. But ungone, she turns with the earth. November 26, 2015. November 26, 2015. De facto sting of tongue, this is a fall. November 24, 2015. It astounds how a small pebble. With proper trajectory) can shatter a day. Into flakes of blizzard glass. Who the fuck. Granted such crinkled-nosed authority? Kind) enough to halt.
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January 2016 – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. Of the eternal shore. I, in waves,. January 31, 2016. January 31, 2016. In your sleep Wednesday mornings. I did my time. In waiting, a life. Faceless without your palms. January 20, 2016. January 22, 2016. She is the lone headlight. Reflection in a fox’s eyes,. One in the morning,. January 20, 2016. February 9, 2016. Afternoon, off the blanket. On Write me when you wake. On I have kissed. C R A S H – U N R E A L. Blog at WordPress.com.
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I have kissed – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. January 20, 2016. January 22, 2016. In your sleep Wednesday mornings. I did my time. In waiting, a life. Faceless without your palms. Published by Nicholas Heinecke. Formerly cool punk rocker. Fell in love with a girl. Ink and Milk. View all posts by Nicholas Heinecke. One thought on “ I have kissed. January 26, 2016 at 6:45 pm. Mhmmmm dat ending tho. Read this at your wedding. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. On I have kissed.
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December 2015 – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. I remember your soft. And vagrant hair. Fallen. From ear to lips, you returned. The wanderer to its home. December 21, 2015. December 21, 2015. Waves of the whiplash redundant. I’m no water dancer. Strange twists beneath your surface. December 20, 2015. December 20, 2015. Repeat playlist, I burn. My wrists. Remind me of. Slowdive’s Souvlaki and hurt. Me like I want you to. December 20, 2015. April 5, 2016. To cover this state. I’m in. Only the sky is.
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May 2016 – C R A S H – U N R E A L
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C R A S H – U N R E A L. So messed up, I want you here. Afternoon, off the blanket. My fingers bend back blades. Of grass and I imagine myself. As the smallest cloud drifting. Apart, like gray hairs in water. May 17, 2016. To be her chosen type-. Face, deliberate and balanced,. Serif dressed. A transmutation. Into driftless ink, straight lines, longing. Curves. Let me be. Sharp like you,. She is my dagger. Shuddered, I feel her deep. Within. Twisting,. A warmth enough to leave. On her page. How kind.
