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Can I just say, from the bottom of my heart, that the storytellers and poets of
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I lost my sanity In the hot rage Of my dark youth I think I left it In a nightclub Called Flamingo Shark But when I went back The club was a church And God refused me entry
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Look The surreal sky Sipping sorbet from the saucer of scarlet sun Tremendous pallet Merging shapes &colours one by one Oh that beautiful butterfly The spirits flying high Winds rustle in hair Lets stroll with feet bare Feel the nature Stresses cease We find eternal peace
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#vss365 Feather into the sleep abyss; walls will fall as the floor tips you into#fantasy: the heavy drag of stony limbs, the lift and soar on silver wings, a Picasso twist, a Dali trap, a peculiar eternity on another map - etching indelible tattoos. Is there another you? pic.twitter.com/6hd4AdIQPm -
Sanity is temporary, an evanescent state of mind, like an eclipse of the sun. But the shadow moves, insanity is revealed, but has been there all along. I learned that from you. Two sides of the same coin; love and hate, mother and daughter, life and death.
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hello I swallowed sanity today I locked her up deep in the belly of the beast will you come feast with me now on her finicky flesh? and for dessert we can fly up to jupiter's sea roar in our soaring and wave sweet goodbyes to all those ground-bound versions of me
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Sometimes It seems a
#fantasy— The promise Of the dawn When daily “We The People” Are pushed around Like pawns They say the weak Are destined To be ridden By the strong But... What’s stronger Than 8 billion voices Singing the same song?#vss365 pic.twitter.com/lvXEwnAjqO -
I have never asked for much Oh, no, wait. I have asked for much I have begged God & Gods & his wife & their wives I have sacrificed bloody hours Before the frantic altar of need And what have I received? Oh, yes, wait. I have received love & the smiles of goodnight
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Don't strike my balmy verbs with a frigid pen. Don't vaporize these words tussling with time. Give these guileless verses the charity of a glimpse inside. Don't stain my blank papyrus with jaded lines. Make me a paper plane so I can script the sky.
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Depression hit you hard It took everyone by surprise We thought you were fine But your pain
#Tremendous What you're going through Horrendous It can't be easy When the mind Plots against us Hang on friend Life can be unkind But worth living If only you Can see the light#vss365 pic.twitter.com/5ILHrfw3HD -
Frantically we wait For the week to die The week to start For the next episode of lust For the last bill The next payment For the road to clear The sky to clear For cold hands of angels To reach back for us All the while The mother of time Laughs from her rocking chair
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Wreckage Of my starship Is buried In my yard Can’t let Humans find it You’ll strip The parts for war You think You’re so
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She fell in love with her main character. He was a dark and debonair actor. It was only a fantasy. But it left her in ecstasy. She wondered what thrills awaited in the next chapter.
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I wonder would we have classics to read famous paintings to see wisdom of generations passed, if they had run as frantically after every new folly like most of us do if nobody ever stopped listened & looked all by themselves took the time just to feel
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The script of our life was forged In a copper mine Their picks And eyes Colliding between rock and sand Blind with ash they came to The surface As blind as rats Their arms conditioned to chip And crack Even in the sun And the black lung Of home
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I am slowly losing my sanity. I have lived a life of vulgar vanity. My mind is a mess. I suffer from stress. I prefer fantasy to rude reality.
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The grave robbers broke into the crypt. They opened the coffin but tripped. Dracula was set free. So begins a new vampire fantasy. There are drips of blood all over my manuscript.
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I want just you. The open script of you. To kiss you into centuries, to blister open metaphors and grip the ocean floor. To take you in my body as we split apart Earth’s kernel. I want the world to swallow us, the sorrow, marrow, open wound, the whole of us.
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