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FridayThe alarm clock eased its way into my conscience with great effort, as of someFriday
yelping dog locked in a back room over night. The image twisted its way into my dream and
slowly, awkwardly twisted me awake as my dream hands turned that lucid silver doorknob. My
fingers found the snooze button with the ease of motion memory, depressed it and just as
quickly were curled back around my pillows case. This sequence of events persisted every
ten minutes for what the neighbors felt was an eternity. Buzz. Click. Snore. Buzz. Click.
Snore. Until at last, satisfied with the early morning flights of cawing birds a
by ~IamJacksWeltschmerz
GhostI am a ghostGhost
I usher forth a revelry of ill-contented souls who, shockingly, never knew me they balk at the ghastly sight of me with mouth gapping wide sighing cryptically romantic nothings
I fear they fear the sign I bear hanging loosely about my neck like a crucifix, I nailed this to myself "with respect and dignity I go forth" holding my transparent head on high
I shed evanescent tears when her lips pass through mine
by ~IamJacksWeltschmerz
A Eulogy of Sortspale specks of lifeless light drip, cascading over me a rhythmic twitching bright like undead firefliesA Eulogy of Sorts
I touch the keys to everything, so lovingly with growing force till the world shakes
she hears me feels my sucking heart skipping to her beat my words go a-waltzing
the message drives itself home, just another key upon the ring she wears that I didn't give
backspace. escape. delete.
end.
by ~IamJacksWeltschmerz
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open doors make houses colderthere is a machine set up to dry the paint on the double-doors that purse their lips against winter's skritching fingers. its voice is like that of a computer overworked, and together, both buzz arduous little ditties that fill this home with the husks of honeybees. she is poised pensively before the monitor, a headset curled hopefully about her skull, entangling itself with hair harried by two children and a husband working overseas. she is waiting for his call and the headset is like a raindance. he is angry with her again, at four in the morning in dogmouth manila, &nbopen doors make houses colder
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It’s the Feng Shui of the mind, to arrange thoughts in a line.
thanks!
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starting anew.
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houston's incredible, i have relatives in mckinney (sp?). we visited dallas and houston while i was down there, definitely a great place
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starting anew.
~Coffeehouse
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I'm Emily Fine and this...is my job.
Need some weird stock? = ~insectualstock
Oh, you're in texas, no wonder you've got that sad face!! XD
Your profile is a little... laconic? is that the word I'm looking for? I dunno.
But hey! Welcome to Deviantart. Sorry if I've scared you a bit!
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I'm Emily Fine and this...is my job.
Need some weird stock? = ~insectualstock
And yes, Texas is boring, hence the terribly lonely look I tend to have unless otherwise motivated.
Laconic is defanetly the word, but I'm working on it, I've just got alot of stuff to sort and upload and havn't really payed much attention to the profile yet.
It takes more than a friendly welcome and comments to scare me, but feel free to try.
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