The only thing worse than lapsing into the bad self - insomniac at war with the hours and the demons inside - is not having the slightest artistic work to show for it.


doroga zheleznayaGod, we're off the rails, now they drag me off in pieces.doroga zheleznaya
If I could halt the coming train, brace the red-light crossing, lock the bastard brakes and never let it grumble down headlines of mine again
but the levers rusted over in the tears and in the rain.
If I could audit all the thought-hoards amassing at the brink of me, win back the teeming borders and filter what might influence me
but they always find a way in. Gears retract and leave me sobbing in the wrecking yard of sin.


oh, save me.Its so hard to know what you want when you dont know what its meant for.oh, save me.
Is it ever enough to love someone? Can we ever give enough?
The world is full of snares. Try to avoid them.
It hurts the most to know just why youre lonely but were untouchable when we know what were waiting for
Are we men when we feel but cannot see? Are we women when we settle for feeling unnatural?
I have lived so much disappointment, breathed it in until I forgot it was
all around me.


Pacing WaterThe sailing spacePacing Water
in her head fills up pneumatically. Hellside gears shifting to sluice in the brine.
I don't want I don't want
this suspension treading water.
I cannot, therefore I dive, down those hauling depths where the churning self dies.
There is no air, there is no air,
but can I catch those gases rising, leech a breath and go on sinking?
I am drowning in disguise.
oil painting C

Daily LivingThe leaves drip down, weighed down behind windows - blinded, barred and shut.Daily Living
The sticky body heating comforts while outside the fog is infinite and hides your face.
It's difficult to pull yourself into clarity as you walk off the repetitive frustrations of running ink, tracing words without comprehension and of the hours which pass.
The rain falls down.
Telling of an eternal cycle, ignorant of you: the shadow member of the pen-droppers' and blank-starers' brigade.
They speak the silencing language.
It chases you through your unfamiliar homes, &
old man's body
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“When they pierce my heart with flaming blades, my death will speak my name. Dead but never forgotten I shall remain.”
-Angel of Death (Shehab)
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Be my rest.
It's so weird. Your circumstances are the exact opposite to mine now, but what you wrote about seems strangely familiar.
(I've been dredging up a lot of memories from being on exchange, and trying to re-establish contact with host family. And it hurts quite a bit. Do you ever feel like you're completley bifurcated down the french/english dotted line? Or is it too hard to tell while you're in the thick of it?)
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Jennaichu used APATHY ATTACK!
... but nothing happened.
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Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.
Victor Hugo
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"I saw a star, I reached for it, and I missed. So I accepted the sky."
*!!*
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jennaichu, i choose YOU!
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.`.¸.´ ♥ A Little Magic Never Hurt ♥
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(¸.´ (¸.´ .¸¸.¨¯`.♥ Love on the other Hand...♥
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