guilt spoke
with angry eyes
sounding choked
from the throats
of eight hundred thousand
ghosts
so much
for the great
white hope
guilt spoke with angry eyes sounding choked from the throats of eight hundred thousand ghosts so much for the great white hope |
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we know too little, and too much,
at once.
(and more)
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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We'll get there...
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Knock on the sky and listen to the sound. ~Zen Saying
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~Those talked over oft times make the best writers.
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yeah, I'm one of those "I really like this, good job!" critics. So sue me...
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I support: =DailyLitDeviations *100ThemesChallenge ~Prompt-A-Day ~CollabLit
(also, is it horrifically egotistical of me to ask if i can put this in my 'zine? i haven't really started working on it yet, but the first one will deal with political issues in art and the power of individuals to change things and that. there's more about it in the journal on my user profile and i'll mail you one if you want, when it's done.)
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ZOMBIES ON THE EVENT HORIZON, M'LORD
Death is coming and we've been making charts, wasting time. I am a batshit genius scientist prophet goddess and I guess this message is to let you know I won't be in tomorrow. (Joey Comeau)
and in here it's more red than anything.
LOVE-elly
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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i believe that my life's gonna see,
the love i give return to me.
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