Thinking:I'm wondering why
We ask ourselves
"Why!?"
If we're in pain
But not
If we're laughing
~Dementium
lung breathlatching-on
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by ~Dementium
AradiaAradiaAradia
Contents of contempt and the context of texture; a gesture of a jester jarring the jar out of our Aradia (radical radiating aroma) - and cones of collective loans, collected loftily, deftly bereft. Consonants of constants in Constantinople trampled amply: a revamped cramp of an amp through a pterodactyl axle - relax the bass of continuity continuous brass; grasp Aradia goddess goodness - raving late disintegrate and integrate integrity: gawking godless - at this goddess, this thistle whistle (
by ~Dementium
My SanityMy SanityMy Sanity
I am fairly (verily) sure I may be going (growing) insane. We wrench (wretch) onto our sane like a prickly purple thistle clinging in the sweeping sweep of a hillside. I regain (regale) my sanity to a dot (spot) of no resolution (=on a screen, highly concentrated) condensation. I lapse for a clasp of it, wintry (wither-y) on my shoulders, and wine foam frothing down the hilltop, the hillside, hill still - still hill here (here). I may have loss (los
by ~Dementium
My Lungs ArcMy Lungs ArcMy Lungs Arc
My lungs arc like pain and arch into the breathing. As I inhale a prong of sensation scrapes my back - "ouch!" - and a slice of gesture pours wide an ache. As the exhale unfolds a billow of - "cough!" - unveils, and I wind myself up like a gentle tornado and curl back asleep.
by ~Dementium
Random Favourites
on the roadthe blue spectrum cellophane and baking powder espy flecks of sunlight as they cling to pieces of detail, liquid upon contact in landscapes. the comparison of choices and casual destinies collide under accidental stars,on the road
who hide behind trees, with fishing nets cast so perfectly across their bodies. we sit between luggage, swaying in sync with our heartbeat-throb of suggestion, knitted with wool too thick, a string of solid haze. (there was a whisper among us, that no one would reconstruct.) as erratic as an unfolded neckline,
matching the sea line,
opposing the sky line. &nb
by ~gedwaylem
Damlalar..by =gomit
PeacefulDevious Info
- Current Residence: Wish I wasn't here, wish you were.
- Interests: Music, poetry, art, photography, psychology, philosophy, the paranormal, linguistics, traveling
- Favourite movie: Fight Club, Pi: Faith in Chaos, Waking Life, La Vie En Rose, Run Lola Run, The Last Unicorn
- Favourite band or musician: Dead Can Dance, The Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil, Enigma, Opeth, Bach, Coil, Bat For Lashes
- Favourite artist: M.C. Escher, H.R. Giger, Hieronymus Bosch, Auguste Rodin, Camille Claudel, Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: T.S. Eliot, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, E.E. Cummings, Allen Ginsberg
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
- Favourite style of art: Inquisitive
- Operating System: Hack System
- Shell of choice: This Self
- Wallpaper of choice: This Heart
- Skin of choice: This Cage
- Favourite game: Mind
- Personal Quote: “You're only as young as the last time you changed your mind.” -Timothy Leary
- Tools of the Trade: Soul
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On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
America - Horse With No Name
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Fernando Pessoa
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