The Breath of Patron-for PatronThe Breath of Patron
I returned wasted; spent like money. An empty bottle of pernod fils green fairy on a pizza crumb covered table, a half finished cigarette in the ashtray. Like decumbently grown flowers morning fog decorated the myriad collector piles of various types of rubbish, of which one was nothing but wallpaper that I in a trancelike, angered mind-dance decided to remove. Home had withered to become a nihilist. A drowsy anarchist that lukewarm as I was had become an intimate extension of my insanity. Nested slouched in the wheelchair that being my grave I basked in I retrospectively dreamed that I was, again, worth t
PentecastPentecast Paravant: Ẽ sunfish straddle the red carpet Ay monocle come onto utter absolute commotionate beauty And inadephtly respond in the heat Ay Supervent Bifragment ConfusionPentecast
Eclippsed in the red darkroom His eyes imped Cassandra With the blood that nurtured the red quartet And trained by the crods that bled her there Glass bent stare by the biparted
He supervent Confusion
Citygradient of Gems Who have clayed to this omnisense Alexandra
Smudge the heat For the conquering
Lants'emLoi da sewolawen Bradia drestsLants'em
soia Lants'em maneh lah maneh
hoi hundin hiweusz de sewolawen
kalain kalain de itah rinst'e tendiwa de theusz
stauhi de da zanka zeuhl sun eden wurdah
Kobaia Zeuhl! Lants'em de itah!
RollergirlRollergirl, mesmerizing like Hitlers mustache gild across the seemingly liquid asphalt, like an illusion that the heat had smudged across the horizon, just there next to that pink tiger.Rollergirl
Captured by the sight of that gleaming Latin skinned body I could not help but stare. Those dark shades flashed at me and killed my sight for an instant; my head hung and my eyes bled. I looked up. They twisted as my focus on her grew and green streets below, red skies above and orange houses at her sides shifted about in the heat and out of my mind. She floated on an ocean of sparkling liquid diamonds that ran around her; uncountable rivers. I
My Last
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I have nothing against God--It's his fan club that I can't stand.
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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
Sylvia Plath
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"I am blind in my right ear"
"Hyper makes me coffee!!!"
i also like your avatar. may i ask where it is from?
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The avatar is a painting by James C. Christensen called "Portrait With Red Berries". It is not very famous but I am sure that if you google it you will find it.
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"A truly poetic canvas is an awakened dream" - Rene Magritte
Smile. Life is worth it
P.S. You are quite talented and you can sure write!
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"A truly poetic canvas is an awakened dream" - Rene Magritte
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tangerine rules!
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