Brushes of Incoherence
Everything that goes up comes down-like Sundays blueing evenings after merry Saturdays (blah) unending night spend in tiny cubicle-rooms trying to get Fiona Applistic images to stop and only the music to play. I love you, love me, love you, love me, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
Please.
Have you been in silence that slides and glides into evenings of nothingness? Blissful, repellent blankness? I love it there-the colour is always just a shade of glossy white. Empty and bright.
A truck flying at you through a dark night.
He talks to me-then press the clutch and slide into the third gear-forget fifth, that will take some time but you can keep shifting from fifth…
I don’t know, should he be staring at me like that, unsure of what exactly where I am?
My anger is purple in colour, tiny droplets drip in, forming purple webs on my white, glossy silence.
Don’t give a fuck about me, I don’t know if there even is a fine line between crawling bridges.
Now Playing:
Howling Bells -A Ballad For the Bleeding.
Labels: Dark Corners, That line between my brows
posted by De.vile at 7:04 PM
8 Comments:
*sigh* I hear screams and jibes of Roxy flashing at me through my maters rebuke.
Really, really tired.
aww. Poor, tired, de.vile.
You words today, remind me of a poem by the great American poet, e.e. cummings...
REmind me to send it to you sometime, along with that song i keep forgetting to post...
S.x
gravity sure is unrelenting..learning to drive are we?
cheers
z
Everything that goes up comes down, eh? Sounds naughty to me! hahah.
Hope all works out as needed!
Rock on.
like most of the time you have confussed me...I spend all my days in silence, gliding towards nothingness...I thought that was the point...
Now playing: Silent Sea - a song for the floaters
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"Howling Bells -A Ballad For the Bleeding"?
Sounds so Cool!
Rock on!
you always capture me with your conclusions.
~the girl FKA transience
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