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Archive for November, 2003
There were three friends around me They who calle…
There were three friends around me
They who called my name
Three came who found me
Yet left me all the same
One came in darkness
Washed high upon the shore
Rescued with tender swiftness
Bathed clothed fed and all
The other sat beside me
Through romeo watson and van gogh
Lent me his bright blue pencil
But lost me his physics score
The third stood in [...]
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"did anyone ever think stars were dead pixels in t…
“did anyone ever think stars were dead pixels in the sky”
-cartoon-
"And the Air was full of Thoughts and Things to Sa…
“And the Air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”
-Ibid-
"They all crossed into forbidden territory. They …
“They all crossed into forbidden territory.
They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.”
-The God of Small Things :: Arundhati Roy-
finished The God of Small Things at 00:40 it was,…
finished The God of Small Things at 00:40
it was, deeply astounding.
IT BURNS blackened spots appear, flames licking…
IT BURNS
blackened spots appear, flames licking.
red serpents wriggle on the surface
like barcode scanners roving back & forth,
consuming whatever has not been defiled.
the serpent seals up the remaining loopholes of its carbon cocoon.
the rumpled fibre writhes and screams.
duel ends in another hue of grey amongst others.
the serpent sleeps away, cocoon moulded into shape.
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my grandmother passed away i have not known her n…
my grandmother passed away
i have not known her name
Once wooden oars dip into shallow water the rippl…
Once wooden oars dip into shallow water
the rippled hull glides to faraway shore
As silence descends on close companions
Proclaiming my heart speaks not once more