“Once you let people know anything about what you think, that's it, you're dead. Then they'll be jumping about in your mind, taking things out, holding them up to the light and killing them, yes, killing them, because thoughts are supposed to stay and grow in quiet, dark places, like butterflies in cocoons.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, The Icarus Girl
.mubbled mess among bones NOTHERE Dave
after Sad bad
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like a hunger... swell blowin so free so ezy on the verge of so blown away so spot on it fascinating fauk fuck death on the verge of cumm thunder struck so mUCK ME spinning pile of bones YES YES. iT came in the night, when all was STILL silent and my mind was urs . om they came HEY JOE,the song had haunted/hunted me.
on fire on
ME spinning pile of bones verge pile of bones fallen verge verge incinerators puke flotsum pile yeah i am dave "the sleeper of Val" of Arthur Rimbaud
Hanging madly herbs rags
It's a hole of greenery, where sings a river
Hanging madly herbs rags
Money; where the sun, the mountain proud,
Glow: it's a little val who foam of rays.
A soldier young, open mouth, bareheaded,
And the neck bathing in the blue, fresh watercress
Sleeping; it is lying in the grass, under the naked,
Pale in his bed verde where the light rains.https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=KIEPmDla9l8
Feet in the gladioli, he's asleep. Smiling like
Smile at a sick child, it's a sum:https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=JPM7MCAiaFs
Nature, cradling him warmly: he has a cold.
The fragrances are not shiver his nostril;
He's asleep in the sun, the hand on his chest,
Alone. It has two holes red to the right side
Re-Make / Re-Model
I tried but I could not find a way
Looking back all I did was look away
Next time is the best we all know
But if there is no next time where to go?
She's the sweetest queen I've ever seen
See here she comes, see what I mean?
I could talk talk talk, talk myself to death
But I believe I would only waste my breath
Ooh show me