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StarsI'm working your heart around Thin paper in my hands, soul skin delicately formed and prone to injury. White, pale, you are as inextricably tied to me as I, ever the knot worker, am to you, the pulp drawn from the wood of something bigger The forest before time The music you would plant in my ear, fresh and young We were Orpheus.Stars
And now, the paper springs deformed; I cut another strip, calmly using scissors reserved for midnight haircuts and games of truth or dare played specifically to find the meaning lying l


PuebloCuando abres la puerta del Supermercado Pueblo tu estómago listo a gastar dinero (como gastaste tu mente en escuela ayer) el olor es una pintura de miedo que no puedes, y no quieres, nombrar, un moreno roto, sus brazos sentados en un ángulo artificial, la voz, dentro de ti que duda la existencia de Dios.Pueblo
Toda tu vida has pausado un momento antes de entrar Y, durmiendo en la oscuridad de tu náriz, el animal más feo se ha despertado cada vez menos, corriendo en sus momentos de claridad &n


SaltarDifícil, la dijo, difícil. y ella, sus manos corrían en español fragmentado, no entendía la fragrancia de los dichos ancianos dejando sus funciones en los campos agonizados de edades viejas en los cuales él miraba con miedo la cosa más difícil, Muerte con su ropa negra.Saltar
y ella, todavía sin conocimiento de las sombras que causaban sus manos al temblar descubrió en el terror de su mente que cuando terminaba un día sabroso y fresco ella y él, los dos, estaban acabando, cayendo del edificio más alto y frág


Green SongShe's the sign, No Dumping, Flows to Bay that makes him feel ground up coffee dying turtles dirty thinking of a righteous trip to Africa or maybe to the shower, to wash himself in his aimless littering, defeat sorrow, revive from the gutter scum a love long lost.Green Song
It doesn't matter that amidst the sludge she's a wanted woman He knows by the churning footprints in the Monterey sand: others have been inside her, he was not the first, the bones of last night's dinner not the last, that no one but him cares if his wandering tongue is
thanks for the +fav and also what the bajeeszaus is going on
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wtf you wnat
you're welcome and not too much... lots of queer activist stuff and tons tons tons of painting. we should buy a huge canvas since they're on sale at palace and do a massive collaboration... I just feel like working huge (that's what she said!).
and you?
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pantspantspants.
god does that even count as an innuendo?
anyways we should do it.
"it"
no, it.
uhm, i just baked delicious cupcaked for my communisticabulous history teacher.
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wtf you wnat
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// o t t o // h a r r y . p o t t e r . d r e s s - u p . g a m e ! ♥
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pantspantspants.
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... official photographer of antigone 2.0 [link]
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pantspantspants.
CIAO riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisa
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boku wa kataku narimasu.
email me your address so I can write you a letter.
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pantspantspants.
pineapples sounds like nipples.
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boku wa kataku narimasu.
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