Sunday, 16 May 2010
for when we're standing there.
i am a revolution, in the smallest, shitty details. we are triumphant, in our grandest follies.
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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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- zebra dust.
- the youth in us
- small little hurricane
- wouldn't the wind.
- rough and unsteadied.
- let me know
- this is tonight in words.
- all in time, as
- our youth
- in steam between
- skin games.
- tiles and, fever sets free and
- wicked blood.
- books of girls.
- you are the only puzzle. you are worth
- swearstopping
- all the same (free hugs.)
- the weeks.
- get back up
- for when we're standing there.
- tired birds
- people are my suns
- thunderbird.
- the making the floor creak
- dead light
- deep of us
- armour glow
- untitled II (rage film)
- untitled.
- in the aeroplane over the sea.
- halfway war
- signs
- everything is full of gods
- and, twice
- once.
- leaf rots the lover leaves
- all we know, thieves.
- keep singing.
- tempest shot through the eyes
- first day of my life.
- second wind stops.
- the hurt to feel.
- if you could feel louder
- earthquake
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