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looking backits not a booth like in the movies dark, with shiny wood and a window that is really just black wires like the crappy fence that runs between my neighbor's house and mine and just like i can see my neighbors through it you can see the man in the whitelooking back
through the gate that is just black wires although they never let that on in the movies.
its really just a boring white room white ceilings that are as shiny as a bald man's head. i look at this stranger and he is bald too. i feel my own hair and it feels soft and smells too spicy
for this room of baldness. &n
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put down the looking glassthe moments are for the stealing they don't stop for anybody floating like kings on white feather floats and i'm swimming in my insides as they turn inside output down the looking glass
and evaporate into my eyes but the good news is
i'm alone again closing my eyes to all that is
swimming or floating or sinking or spinning around me
a constallation spells your name in the stars that appear when i rub my eyes too hard and when everything else dissappears (including my discarded bottles with insecurities that never made it across the sea)
you are
by ~servechilled55
The Lost Chamberthe first boy i ever loved lives in a freezer in my heart it is a white room, walls covered with ice crystals he sits in there night and day hating where he is, shivering in the room but i know he wouldn't be happier anywhere else underneath the ice there is padding on the walls i don't know if he went crazy when he got in there or if he went in there because he was crazy.The Lost Chamber
the blood doesn't pump there anymore but people say once it did as the empty veins run like old pipes hidden in the padded walls they are almost beautiful with blue rust and shimmering icic
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Marionettehe lived in her face, or so it seemed. his moods, whether warm, frightened, or furious seemed to be screened in her young features. today, while looking at her, i could tell that he was angry. it showed in the tightness of her jaw, the shadow in her blue eyes, and the shimmer on her eyes' pink rims. she was constantly in a battle to win back the strings to her own face, reaching for one string in public, trying to draw the corners of her mouth upward, toward all things good, the sky, angels. but he always held the strings. today he felt like tilting them to the left, and she was dragged along, not able to show her frusteration as the stringsMarionette
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Thresholds.Thresholds
I could float endlessly in the Shadows that pool near my feet. Adjacent to the angels where The rabbit hole has taken form.
I could free-fall through sulfuric updrafts Slowed down by no more than friction With eyes wide and thoughts ponderous As to what bottom I should be hitting this time
Off of mountain-tops I could scream Bellowing what air I could grasp and Discharge. Echoing the revulsion of a
Hollowed out shell, bereft and adrift.
I could wall this all up inside and feed
Off of myse
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And thank you, I appreciate that my thoughts are considered and pleased.
I'm fine, there's nothing real new happening. I can't write, and I have a job - and I haven't spoken to you in ages. How the bloody hell have you been?
I deleted my watch a while ago, and completely forgot about a bunch of people. . sorry.
I have missed you, though.
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I swear.
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How come you've been avoiding the computer? Just too busy?
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I'm glad you understood it.
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