...I watch Conan O'Brien before I go to bed.
I wait until the glow-in-the-dark-stars on my ceiling fade to black before I close my eyes and sleep.
No Name Hazel eyesWe were perpendicular. She whispered to me about the spider webs on the ceiling. Silver flapper dresses dancing with summer's wind. I looked up. Her mother caught me. We communicated. Mother's can send signals, whole sentences, telegrams, e-mails across crowded restaurants pool halls, from the back of movie theaters and during funerals. She glared. Black hair. Fifth row. "Why, isn't your head bowed?" "I..." I was going to tell her about the spider webs. I didn't. "Why isn't your head bowed!" "I..." I was going to ask why her head wasn't bowed. I didn't. My head bowed. My shoes were uNo Name Hazel eyes
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"if you saw things the way i did, you wouldn't see anything at all."
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"... I never left you for a banjo..."
*Unleashed-
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est sularus oth mithas
Rich*****
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"Never get so attached to a poem/You forget truth that lacks lyricism."
- 'En Gallop' Joanna Newsom
Please visit my gallery!
Now i'm off to sleep
bye bye glauco
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