because it is easy to look at pretty pictures
but writing needs love too!
i have decided this.
plus, i like it when people read my work
it is just.
hello out there


purge and bingei lie in wait and fill with lead, a sleep i know my eyes will never meet. and still the sticky heat of buzzing atoms holds me to this bed. i cannot tear awaypurge and binge
or tear apart my lids to face the dawn. each day is simply one "to-do", a list with box to check. and i am always falling short.
or falling flat? or simply falling -- second
best in floor length
mirrors draped in neon signs: look here,  


this is not pretend"is it weird that I talk to imaginary shrinks?" no. it's only weird if they talk back every day while driving home the cars between me and the lights are cliffs and I can feel myself yearning to breach their edge. I curl a thousand gorgeous passersby beneath my ruthless machine treads, my fingers lose their grip and I begin to spin. their faces hold my eyes.this is not pretend
and in my dreams a lover shouts all that he would not dare. he keeps these words when I make my misstep, inserting them into this charlotte's nighttime weave. they're monsters haunting m
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coffeefinger
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The camera lies; But its output is phenomenal.
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sold out
[link]
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coffeefinger
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coffeefinger
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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They don't know nothing about redemption.
They don't know nothing about recovery.
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