Living...again
Anyway, I'll put some "new" (as in from last spring semester) stuff up and who knows, maybe even come up with something really new. Oh yeah, and germany photos are all under [link] . I think everyone knows that though.
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less than a feeling>less than a feeling<less than a feeling
some people, they leave you with less than a feeling, like the breeze that won’t blow through the patch on your knee, like the twinge you don't get when your taillight's out, like the weight of your chest while you breathe in your sleep, like touching scar tissue where the cut had been deep; but it’s hard to accept such investments were free, so you add up your thoughts and decide and you doubt and you question
your motives but can't find them out;
you're tea leaves on the counter--you'll never spread out and infuse your surroundings with your soul seeping ou
by ~eclipsedreality
.:Baltimore:.he staggers home with his last chance and his money spent breathing bourbon prayers for mercy.:Baltimore:.
this time he knows he's maxed her out like a credit card and it's the first time that he's sorry
* he whispers: mary i know we've never really talked but this is so important he says: mary i'm no man of god it's just so damn important *
the sky goes grey as the sun considers day &n
by ~eclipsedreality
We Don't Always Readjusti just got your letter todayWe Don't Always Readjust
asking how it feels to be back, and how i'm settling in to the new place, does it feel like "home"?
the truth is,
my sense of place shifts so violently. sometimes when the light hits the street just right
with the smell of smoke in the cold or wet grass in the morning
for a second--maybe less--but it's infinitely clear--
i'm on the other side of the prime meridian
crossing the footbridge over the Saale
under the grey sky (because it's forever trying to rain there)
past people who don't know my thoughts are in english
past the T
by ~eclipsedreality
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- Current Residence: Sachsen-Anhalt, Germany
- Interests: pretending to be a writer or an artist or a 733t |-|@X0R (KIDDING) I like trees.
- Favourite movie: Pulp Fiction
- Favourite band or musician: Rammstein
- Favourite genre of music: ...Industrial, I guess
- Favourite artist: DigitalSushi ^^, H.R. Giger...I'm not an art major, what do I know?!
- Favourite poet or writer: Kafka, Dostoevsky, John Irving, Chuck Palahniuk
- Favourite photographer: Um...definitely not the guy that did our grade school pictures!
- Favourite style of art: You know, I really don't know. Whatever's effective.
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- Skin of choice: pale :d
- Favourite game: Ocarina of Time, KOTOR, or Super Smash Melee
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2, Xbox
- Favourite cartoon character: Vegeta
- Personal Quote: "Then he rules for 50 years and gets, you know, old."
- Tools of the Trade: wacom tablet, spiral lined notebook, laptop, disgruntlement
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