| a boy, lost in the city, in an existential crisis of sorts circa 2007 |


Vernacular"we were burning."Vernacular
ashen skin set against burnt skies trembling in the nakedness of night how we'd been revealed and all that would never be known
between us we asked "how, and in which way?"
we'd walk this crust this lakebed of other times trying to stitch back the cloth to fuse in our minds all that was forgotten
pointing to the licking flames the ones that crest the horizon we knew this had all come before nothing new, nothing old
squinting hard we tried to conjure, all those times half-glimpsed what smil


Lambdai laughed while i watched how completely young you were in my mind and i scribbled memories furiously on your flesh the half-life of forgotten your mouth in mine sunken seams touched by tongues, waiting in the wings you screamed at me and i knew your skin by name: never 27.2.09Lambda
by ~dt3k
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They say there's a sun in the sky.
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¤´ ) those who sacrifice liberty for security
¸.·´¸.·*´ ) ¸.·* ) deserve neither and receive none.
(¸.·´ (¸.·`¤the|truth¤
David
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/matt
I think deviously, therefore, I am deviant.
[devious technology designer / community whore]
I dont think so.
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/matt
I think deviously, therefore, I am deviant.
[devious technology designer / community whore]
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Peace & Respect
o(-^^-)o
bunlee.net
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Soyez réalistes, demandez l'impossible.
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