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ProximityTo run my pen for you You, the bottom line I, several above. I so want to franticallyProximity
Write some measure of poetry To reach you across the blue lines and white spaces. But I don't have the words... so... I won't try To write a song? But closer But far enough still. You still my hand
As if to say Hey At least we're on the same page for right now, right? Right. As if to say Hey Why not fold?


KillswitchIn that lightning strike I saw a panoramaKillswitch
A spark-charged flowing Of all things liberated
In a dead lightbulb Where all the iconoclasts
Surged through fountains and Had been electrocuted
Heads above water. Their gasping dynamos still
Numb synapses, you see.
See, I've been owned by The electric company For quite some time now.


Vivid EdgeThere is a moment of precipice What sends us reeling into climax and aftermath Rising from the drains and making vapors concrete The peak forward trembles as the finger rests upon the hair-pin trigger And for a while, we lived there In that city of studios and moonlight where we wrote side by side On bus routes Through roads we did not know But if we wrote of them, they were ours nonetheless.Vivid Edge
You wrote of men and cypress trees The words brought forth the light
Of a pillared Rome Where statues of the great lack pupils Of a verdigris landscape The great


Fireapple Syndrome "Inertia comes from the Latin word 'iners', properly meaning 'idle'. The term, coined by Kepler and refined by Newton, is defined as mass' resistance to change in its state of motion. Whether still or swift, the universe would have you in your current state. Roughly 2,000 years before Newton, the Chinese philosopher Mozi words the notion ",... if there is no opposing force ... the motion will never stop.""Fireapple Syndrome
Several hundred miles away from where I write these words, a man I didn't know was under the influence of a physics lesson, fortifying the dead men's ideals, and the devil may care universe c


ProximityTo run my pen for you You, the bottom line I, several above. I so want to franticallyProximity
Write some measure of poetry To reach you across the blue lines and white spaces. But I don't have the words... so... I won't try To write a song? But closer But far enough still. You still my hand
As if to say Hey At least we're on the same page for right now, right? Right. As if to say Hey Why not fold?


KillswitchIn that lightning strike I saw a panoramaKillswitch
A spark-charged flowing Of all things liberated
In a dead lightbulb Where all the iconoclasts
Surged through fountains and Had been electrocuted
Heads above water. Their gasping dynamos still
Numb synapses, you see.
See, I've been owned by The electric company For quite some time now.
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Also, where you live is my favorite place in the world.
Nearly moved there to go to brooks to get my masters in photo.
Anyway, happy photo-ing, writing,what not.
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"We are the boys
Who fear no noise
When the thundering cannon roars."
call me,
lil casanova mwahaha
~krafty
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One Day--You will ask me which is more important; My life or Yours. I will say My Life--And you will walk away, Never knowing you are My Life...
Silk Smile Over Blade Sharp Edge Under Pearl
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"We are the boys
Who fear no noise
When the thundering cannon roars."
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Visit my galery : [link]
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"We are the boys
Who fear no noise
When the thundering cannon roars."
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Visit my galery : [link]
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"We are the boys
Who fear no noise
When the thundering cannon roars."
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