~Sister-Sleep
Amy Blakemore - Status: Member
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The HypocriteIt rained when you left Harlow terrace; and you paid someone to pack up your things, carry them to the delivery van, and put them in.The Hypocrite
Teenagers; think; you need them to man your chain stores and do things like load delivery vans with stale memories, Chippendale and Tzu dynasty.
You watch them apprehensively as they carry out your hinged goddess, brown and still and bound in masking tape. They scribble 'for the guest room' on her left breast in black ball-point pen.
Take note, Misters Chadwick Bradley & Spitzer, of the lines bargainin
in Open on 3/14/08
Crabs In A Polystyrene CrateSpiking rocks green-fed, flaking ice-bed so far from your tepid mouth of rock-pool with it's tender fringe of algea.Crabs In A Polystyrene Crate
Dead crab in a polystyrene crate, your eyes are still so impossibly small, but does your sidecoded disc-brain, ridged, remember minnow-crushing sundays, your sisters' hands like stinging orchids as they were lifted in the swash, their brutish scarlet bonegowns billowing -
Discos on a dead sailor's femur, until it would snap at dusk from your humpbacked quicksteps.
Dead crab in a polystyrene crate, for sale on a market stall - &nbs
in Open on 3/14/08
I Remember Last SpringI remember last spring with it's gold-dipped wings and your bodies' hot white stone.I Remember Last Spring
I am waiting at a platform remembering last spring, with it's gold-dipped wings and watching the rails between the coals gleam like Godpoints between their screwed coals - your bodies' strong white stone.
And a man is looking at his phone holding cream-coloured dogs who strain on mismatched leashes and rub themselves on the sunbrewed concrete.
I am waiting at a platform remembering last spring, with it's gold-dipped wings and your bo
in Open on 3/9/08
LipsMost sins pass through the lips, eventually, through lips rough like shuffled cards or soft as a rouged mist or lips of girls that blush like red snappers glinting glib in the thundering light over a darkened bay as she moves from room to room.Lips
Lips calligraphic or spasmodic; dragonfly-mouths or lips that clench roll-ups or show teeth between them like a pair of pearls nudging at each other in a silk-lined box.
Lips that drag you screaming to their ruddy breath-doors or clothe deserts with their words.
Or lips that murmur to keep &nb
in Open on 2/29/08
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Bears with WigsThe bears with wigs, Give the best gifts, Beneath clawed paws, In a sticky film, but it is forgiven, Oh yes, I forgive him.Bears with Wigs
He brought his gift to my tea party, Wearing a bonnet, A bee-cap, He fell quietly asleep, In his cup of nightshade tea.
The bears with wigs, Tore a hole, When they awoke; In my skull, As I quietly fell asleep there, In my cup of tea.
by ~Autumn-Forest
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Devious Information
- Email9057@baconsctc.co.uk
- MSNgravedirt_baby@hotmail.com
- Current Age: 16
- Current Residence: London
- Interests: Life n shit.
- Favourite movie: Harold and Maude
- Favourite band or musician: Joy Division, Suede, Owen Pallet ect.
- Favourite genre of music: Weimar-era cabaret songs.
- Favourite poet or writer: Ted Hughes, Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Yehuda Amichai.
- Favourite game: I like playing doctor
- Personal Quote: Jinkies!
- Tools of the Trade: £2.49 Smith's notebooks, red signo ballpoints, contraceptives
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.
Clicking this link will give you superpowers*.
*May just be a very sneaky way to make you look at my page. But probably not.
I was in Ios (in the Greek Cyclades) on holidays with a bunch of my closest friends this Summer. One suffocatingly hot evening, we were on the beach throwing a rugby ball around. I nearly fainted from the smoldering heat, because I'd been running more than usual. I dragged my legs over to the sea to cool down and I'll never forget the sensation of goosebumps on my arms and legs, the instantaneous jolt of energy and adrenaline which surged through me as I soared through a blue-wall of the best tasting salt water I had ever accidentally ingested. I was so grateful of the sea that day, normally it intimidates me.
Reading your pieces reminded me of that day. Your honesty is refreshing and your talent is intimidating.
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I saw our sad Messiah. He was bored and tired of my laments. He said, "I died for you one time, but never again".
-Brand New (Limousine)
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
I shall be watching...hmm, that sounds mildly threatening... oops ^^
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Work is the curse of the drinking classes - Oscar Wilde
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My utility belt tells me it's to the bar, Batman
Oh, and thankyou for the continuing support love. ^^ x
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
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"As you from your crimes would pardoned be/Let your indulgence set me free."
~Prospero, "The Tempest"
YOU'VE BEEN HUGGED!
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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Razorblade Kisses; A Beautiful Nightmare..
Thankyou pet!
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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
In a good way ofcourse. lol. ;3
I've always wondered what it'd be like to come by a poet who doesn't go through the fluffiness of clouds, the warmth of the sun or the blind love that makes a person feel all fuzzy inside. Let alone in that perfect structure, rhthym and rhyme.
How there's the reality that, compared, seems incredibly surreal like a nightmare.
Ofcourse..I'm sayin' that as the opposite kind of person of ya. x3 many ways. really.
p.s- feel free to hide this if ya want, I have a tendency to write long/incorrect comments all the time. ;3 Lol.
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Evasive boredom gets the best of us procastinating fuckers.
There shouldn't be a reason in order to interact with someone, other than that you can.
Do not fear affecting someone's life, the only person to blame is the one who can't handle love.
Miss your comments!!!
love,
Caylyn
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I'll heal your wounds, I'll set you free, I'm Jesus Christ on ecstasy....
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