

Come HomeI wish I couldve been more like you Hairstrands alight in the evening breeze Like coils of fire The mortar rounds falling like rain at your feet Now the letters have stopped coming And the dogs have stopped barking And I havent been outside in days And when they find my body, skin as pale as porcelain, on the bathroom floor The mortician will whisper into my empty ears that you were waiting out there all along And I wish to simply tell you this: Dinners on the table Its getting coldCome Home
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"All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle." Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You cannot try to do things. You simply must do things. -Ray Bradbury
I'm having a hard night.
That was a welcome thing
to discover.
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"The only difference between a madman and myself is that I am not mad" -Dali
I'm a member of ~HRGigerFanclub, ~gayfurries *the-surreal-arts, ~Super-Perverts and am mod of ~NoGirlsLand & ~EmptyHeads
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THE LIST!
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The mind is like a parachute, it works the best when its open.
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The mind is like a parachute, it works the best when its open.
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