

Whale Song - Sonar HypothesisLady, you do me injustice in your dread humility. You can't see (with your eyes cast down, fearing the warmth in my glance) poems leap like salmon up through my throat and then fail there, unmated, speared on the tip of my tongue with each soft word you discard Ten thousand dead thoughts later, I'm tired of submerging my heart in salt water, soap flakes, scorn. If it seems strange, then you might think of the cherry-blossom: what if each spinning petal muted to gray at your glance? or if the Virgin & Child fled in a panic of angles and colors each time your eyes darted &nWhale Song - Sonar Hypothesis


Vale JoannaI should tell you, though I'm hesitant to mention, I'll have meant it when I say that you had lent me some sense of your ascension Your actions, by some accident, attracted me to apogees of motion too far over me to broach. Could be that gravity has plans for me. But sanity gave way; maybe it's vanity but damn, girl, I am glad I tried, in spite of all the dance-defeat For you taught me some beauty, falling through the turning cloth and no fire ever brighter called out to a burning moth and I'm hoping you can see you like I see you, strong and glowing— though I'll miss you in the distance,Vale Joanna


Outcast ForecastFiddle-dee diddle-dee Lucifer Morningstar 'Round you your comrades crash Down from the sky.Outcast Forecast
"Pyroprecipitant Angels can't faze me—they're Raining down here, but they're Serving, on high."


Writhesometimes when we talk she seems like she's keeping her thoughts cupped as you might a captive frog or insect in two closed hands the creature's infinite legs pressing into her palms from insideWrithe
and the data she shares with me are poking antennae first eager to escape out from between fingers or the gap of thumbs before she shifts and clasps and they are hidden again
poor beautiful girl do you think there is some predator outside from which your mind must hide its exoskeleton its colors not enough to stop a world of wind and crashing human
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I'm a member of *HDR-Club *night-shots and *SkyAndNatureClub
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Kiss kiss kiss kiss ho0g
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an Sable was like "goddammmfukkit."
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When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
--Mark Twain
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Old people are cooler than you know.
Same great work...
Nice to see you my friend.
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Sieg Heileluiah!
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I don't regret a thing
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