Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Contemplation
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If I'm perfectly honest, that's one toxic act you've got, and I can't get enough. I stand in front of your window–you've always got the lights on–and soak up all the icky details of your sick and twisted, touchy-feely fabricated history. Whenever I wait outside your house there's always a long line so I come…
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Sew your suit of armor and don't skimp on the red thread. All you have to do is look at the Emperor and know you can believe everything you've read. No fearNo shameNo dread of falling out of fashion. The bronze scars where buttons and bows should be are beautiful against a blank canvas. Put…
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The keys are sharp. They lend a delicious dissonance to the flat landscape in which we are trapped. The words come and go but the grace notes and accents tell the real story. A lifetime it may take to sit still in a quiet room and punch the air with one's fists for emphasis before…
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Mastering the art of concealment. Track the quarry and give chase. Stealth brings out the eyes. Add a dab of blood behind each ear. Pull the lips back to drive the point home. We've never lost our taste for the easy kill. I am who I am despite the disguise.
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icy stepsracing thoughtsfrozen breathcirculate a ragged questionsuspend all desire to believe hold fast to the spotwatch the answer dance awaytrace its faint trail inthe untrodden snow follow it the nearer to the end you getthe closer you are to clarity life was always about the lastexperience you had
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We are all throwing sticks at moving targets. If I get an idea to take hold, what may end up as remuneration is a stone thrown in my general direction. We should either be tired or experts by now, so very effective we've become at the game. Hurl an insult, dodge an injury. This isn't…
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Sit still. Life goes underground when the skies are unfriendly.Hope gains strength in silence.Patience is a bud placed on a warped and weathered sill.The sun passes over brittle fields with little promise of warmth and just enough light to make despair think its job is done. Take a deep breath.
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Gray is a mainstay. Embrace stained fingers in the fight to keep the strands of truth covered up. Prepare to dance despite the snaggletoe and dizziness. Do mind the bones that scrape against bone and the sneak attack to the lower back. Everything tastes like chicken which is terrible for grapefruit growers. Last night's dream…
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near enough alikelove becomes a power toolanimosity battling to breathelashing out to have my sayassassination blood holds us in placehard not to hear the outburstinappropriate sharpen angry wordsa kick in the gut replyargumentative fighting to competeaggression loses its fun realization Brothers until our days fray and unravel and leave us to wonder: 'Which of…
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hemmed in on both sides shallow habits break my will channel compassion
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