

Crystal breakingA crystal smashes into a thousand pieces. Time in all its irrelevance ceases to be, and the compacted sand converges and collides. Every little reflection has a world inside it and I fix your eyes as if to say 'in those worlds we will explore and adore. We will dance on velvet sashes on dunes of gold, every earthly thing which can be sold will swell and break beneath us and we will go where only the white rabbit goes. A jutting beacon will melt and roll down the smooth rock on which we will stand, and it will carry us to strange places. And in those places we will swim in caves that glimmer like precious stones.' And you look to me, and yourCrystal breaking


Granny diedDa turns his head and grannys dead. And life says; There goes Nora, with her clasped hands and rosary bands. Shes gone now. No more slippers or Bing Crosby. No more simple philosophy No more guessing times by the number of chimes when the clocks A turn of the head away. No more ugly floors, no more squeaking doors, No more swift slaps or woolly laps, None of that. No more staying up late, no more clean that feckin plate No more quick fixes and sneaky Twixs when your mas not looking. No more sweets for suckiGranny died


Crack-pipe dreamsEmptying the ash-tray With your three-day-old rips You got yourself so highCrack-pipe dreams
You bumped your head off spaceships
You said you felt something And I said it was youth You shook your head at me And said you felt the truth
'Well let me see then' I said with eager fingers The room is empty now And still your shook head lingers
I left my trust to rest In your all-knowing hands You let me fall gently Into a million rubber-bands.
'You see' you said neatly With smiling recognition And then you faded swiftly Into


The shakenWe walked in sporadic turns and weaves through mist and sun and shade and leaves beneath the crescent moon over water placid and we so hopeful with heads of acid and then the world shook.The shaken
It was no longer a fixed verse sort of world, where, the tallest gets the pear perched on the tree and shares it with me and the naive succeed and the evil deeds go punished and purged and smiles are churned no matter what. No. It was a horrible loud and ugly fire in which babies were burned and tricks were turned by brutes in suits and guns were sold to kill he who will try and kill you but that wont do says the smirking sales
I'm also totally going to check out your gallery now.
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"Loser."
"You know you think it's sexy."
--Sushichica
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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Giddy as a gangbanger.
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The difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad.
No worries.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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Giddy as a gangbanger.
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Please check out this club that features people's art: :iconfeature-me: [link]
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut
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