Liquorice Allsortscanaries are small arrows from the sun out of paradise they fall and burning fill the earth in yellow and lightness like islands floating through air dodging clouds and drops of rain down the rainbows and tornados catching leaves to make right and at last singing to save us from being forever trapped between giant hollow rocks full of our livesLiquorice Allsorts
lying naked drunken on the beach brown eyes blank from overliving yolk running out of your fingertips ever wonder why the simple lips never swollen make a lovely mess your head is spinning with the sky &nbs
Like Liquid Diamondsdusting the path in my way i let it guide me and it takes me wherever it pleases and ends where its dreams end: if i only lull it to sleep it will never stop dreaming (snoring its maps) and i will always go down the hill downhillLike Liquid Diamonds
its night and my legs hurt and i stop he's still breathing heavily and blowing under the skirts of the willows and on the face of the waters blowing bubbles filling the night air the lights in them and turn them off and im left to think
floating down the river watching the fish beneath their backs glistening with the light of
Remember Your Soul Has Sparksremember your soul has sparks its halo surrounds good silence in hopes for men to come around and sow the seeds of mountainsRemember Your Soul Has Sparks
from somewhere near here a dream came and took our feet swimming, upon a tin can sea sharks, softly in spilled milk
into the depths of the left side puzzles unwinding in folk songs birds cannot hold their breath so often like us in the summer
invisible to human perception colors fly by like fires in glasses elastic like thunder in space time spews its stomach contents
when sunshine has spoken
Victory Is Not Gloryvictory is not glory before the bloodVictory Is Not Glory
like a river delta or the sand in the wind
that makes the grapes taste like oak wood of warriors wood of death
the green of the face and the red of the chest is the spin and the axis
what starts the fire yet cleans the water who kills mercifully and drowns
What Happened On My NightshiftNight fell, Trees trod through the sky, Marched like nervous occupation, Till caught by the lampposts.What Happened On My Nightshift
Tumbling upon the meadows, Polystyrene cups swept the area, Twitched madly for the life offered, In a cold gust of wind.
Dawn broke with rain, Pitter-patters of feet returned, Dropped like shells on the territory, Of a brand new day.
Little Winter
i am back
Peaceful
Keep it up
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~zmagoslavjevolje - brand new second account!
i dont mean to sound cold, or cruel, or vicious, but i am, so thats the way it comes out.
-bill hicks
holy smokes goddamn and all ye falling candles of heaven smash.
-jack kerouac
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"I create art to find people who think like me." Man Ray
*digital-art-juniors, ~ fractals, ~purdue, ~terragen, *Ultra-Fractal.
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My mind is a hand.
Valeu
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