Sunday, 18 April 2010
...wanderlust.
some nights are bad. like they were made for a night drive, blurry beach, an infinite, anywhere.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
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- our younger noise.
- measured up in lines.
- first steps from flame
- bad blood
- the lightning bolts that love his heart
- left behind in puddles
- a brother in bruises.
- sharpest
- the night is a tattoo that.
- things to make and do
- tidal through the webs.
- I'll believe in anything
- colours.
- the names of moons.
- across a dark infinite night
- ...wanderlust.
- I feel so...
- them all in half
- polarities
- a death in the
- nothing words
- in ax of, past
- the currents go and fuck and drown.
- louder teeth
- you just kind of.
- sleepy walls, and savage.
- ghost song.
- tell the bees...
- the first night, when.
- I will find you there.
- glued to a wall.
- cartographic.
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