Devious Journal Entry
MiserableSometimes I hate you.
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Manumit ManifestoI wantManumit Manifesto
aborted fetuses in pickle jars;
I want to be studied, like a contour drawing.
Like Hiroshima, I want my flesh embossed on Enolan walls, clad in tar and ash.
I let out little goldfish from plastic bubbles. They sprout legs like moss, press through the olive-colored lips of a river, arms around me and all.
I want to feel your chill when I turn off a light.
by ~PaperRequiem
Hobbit HoleI spent my summers smoking, folding a paperback book in half, creasing the spine.Hobbit Hole
I forgive the sounds of peeling posters off my walls.
My knees are not weak for you. Like a piano, they are made of ivory.
Go ahead; strike a chord; hear what happens. Like post-it notes we peel apart.
by ~PaperRequiem
Favourites
late night skepticismlate night skepticism blanketed in damp hope shivers and tears right where we belonglate night skepticism
valley of fears darkened skies
with streaks of red there can be miracles
crimes vs. misunderstandings chatter and talk singled out in numbers three, seven, twenty-one
moon-spot-street-stop-light patterns of rib-cage shadows flutterings of tiny wings and leaves of grass
positive out-sun-burst negative-charged light chalked-over sidewalk dancing in the dawn
flightless weightlessness twenty-five minutes
by ~secondhandroses
Reflectionby ~Amarthwynn
magic mirrorsmisery is a butterfly that settled it's pastle wings, and asked her kindly for her gentle mind.magic mirrors
she wrapped split fingers around lovely bones and hummed a hymn from childhood memories while nasty faces made a smile only Wednesday could appreciate.
It was that taste at the corner of her mouth. She ran her hand through her hair and her nerves shook as she pulled back strand after strand, wrapped around cracked nails. handfuls of hair, handfuls of dead hair. &n
by ~thesunsleeps
Last Symphony(i) how those tentative fingertips trembled as they fell with soft tenderness upon my burning scars... and I felt cold but you did love with such feeling that I shed a tear and silently hoped my love would not wane and hurt you and this is what makes me feel cold...Last Symphony
by ~Dark-Lilith
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- Current Residence: A purgatory in upstate New York
- Interests: green tea, laundry, films, reading, pianos.
- Favourite movie: Persona. Trois couleurs. Buffalo '66. Manhattan. Un Chien Andalou.Mulholland Dr. Dancer in the Dark.
- Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos. Sigur Ros. The Smiths. Bjork. Ani DiFranco. Dungen. Death Cab. Patrick Wolf. Mum.
- Favourite genre of music: Postmodern rock. Avant-garde. Experimental. Ambient. Classical. Jazz. Certain degrees of Alternative
- Favourite artist: Kandinsky. Dali. Joan Miro. Andy Warhol. Feldman. Francesco de Goya. Edvard Munch.
- Favourite poet or writer: Ginsberg. Dostoyevsky. Sexton. Alighieri. Palahniuk. Vonnegut. Nabokov. Pynchon. Burroughs.
- Favourite photographer: Avedon. Friedlander.
- Operating System: preferably Mac.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Dali- Elephants
- Favourite game: The Longest Journey. Silent Hill 1-3. Final Fantasy VII, VIII, and X. Myth. Turok. Devil May Cry.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC. Sega Genesis or Saturn. Playstation2.
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria Morgendorffer. Jake Morgendorffer. Trent Lane. Courage the Cowardly Dog.
- Personal Quote: Life sucks and then you die.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and paper, preferably, although the keyboard works too.
- Website: http://www.xanga.com/moviefan13
- Email: rlattanz@rochester.rr.com
- AIM: Withinwithout29
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