So, thank you. You know who you are. @};-


Born InvincibleMuscles, skin, bones, nerves. Pulsing, bulging, aching, moving. Do away with flesh and curves. Underneath lies something living.Born Invincible
More than traces, more than blood. More than everything opaque, Lies the life of fuse and flood, Lies a world with none at stake.
No such tense, not a force, Nothing causing anymore. No more ill, no more source. No more work to make you sore.
All the lines and all the weight, Lost when all is one moment. Through the air we won't flow straight. No push, no need, to be sent.
With, by, pass, under


The Earth's AppreciationMolten lava quickly streams over the smooth mountain front, whose caves opens in a series of semi-violent quakes. The ghosts within are finally able to whispertheir chant, "I am glad to be alive today".The Earth's Appreciation


I've No Issues To Call My OwnThere's a hole in me somewhere Too small for me to find. I won't blame my judgement, Nor will I believe to be blind.I've No Issues To Call My Own
It'd be wrong to point at myself, Unless it would be to guess. My faults are no bigger than they've ever been, But this puncture is no less.
I probe my side, my filter's safe, I prod my knee, no change to progress. Checked my jaw, speech unshattered, Scanned my navel, central of acquiesce.
Traced up higher, til I sank, The dip, the only place with no nerve. Cold, wet, not without memory, Once more, Give up, and continu


The UnspokenPeople tell me all the time.The Unspoken
Actually, I never knew if they tell me, and they don't either. They either think it, take it for granted, or just are completely oblivious to the fact they make me aware of every now and then. Is it so obvious, or am I really as intelligent as everyone assumes?
But is it why people always give me those weird looks? Do I really smile too much because of it?
You know what I mean. Not smile too much because they give me weird looks, but... oh never mind.
Yes. I pamper them. Big deal. I never thought there was a limit a guy could exceed in something like this. Why do


Control'I don't care what you do, you're out of control'Control
You couldn't even look at me when you said it...
You'd think that I would be prone to it by now. Left unstirred by the words and actions that swift by so cassually. It's inifinite, and the vibes send chills down to the very tips of my hairs, This fear that life had driven me to a dead end...
But it never felt this way before. And your echos running through my mind only torment my constant questioning. What is it that I should do. What is it that I want.
You'r impatient. I'm impatient. We're all impatient and curious al


046He was different-- he wasn't an artist.046
It was wildly attractive.
Though his hands were clean of paint
(calloused by six strings)
he smelled of linseed oil.
What a pitiful guitarist he was.
Those pink pale hands,
straining to make chords meet.
There was meaning,
somewhere in those tendons.
Deep in that skinny white boy marrow.


Captured In This Moment At first, I thought I wouldnt be able to go through with it. How often can a person be relaxed when the person of their dreams was seeing everything there was to them? I didnt think the nude model idea would work out, but every time I thought I was doing something wrong, Adam said that it was perfect- that my modesty added a truth to the image. I felt like my flushed cheeks alone would be enough truth but he insisted that I keep the pose I was in. My hair was down for once- its wild mass of curls dwelled in the freedom. I looked around for the first few moments, butCaptured In This Moment
SECKS
get it right
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