

Untitled 0806 2A friend told me that in Heaven, angels wear purple to prove their insanity when they are judged.Untitled 0806 2
I deemed him Marquis of all things resolved & stole his lavender robes.


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How she dies, Cleopatra - women are the pleasure of reptiles. Octavian - see her there, name the month Augustus for the Asp, for yourself - for Shakespeare to give a damn. Yet, beauty supersedes the man, when an Astor blooms a handful of ghosts for another man's pen.


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Lets go off to the gypsy's store and buy a bottle of 1970 chicanery.
We're fermenting, old boy.
We, dusty old throw pillows from the last decade - still sleeping on tattered couches.
Yet the Gypsy sees how bright we are like grapes ripened by a long gone sun - glimmering in tandem with her sequined veil dangling before her eyes.
We know the truth, old dog.
We're ever so faithful riddles and drunk on our own beliefs our own answers and truths - waltzing through words, trying to give


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Her hands were freedom on which to ride and her fingers stretched out for miles from her highway wrists leading to a new frontier, along a red river flowing on a bright yellow day when she ran her hands through her hair.
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Such a lonely bird, this day. Perched on my mind, pecking at the bark, slowly uncovering sticks and stones hidden beneath the surface.
Such a lonely bird, this day. She watches curiously, the bits and pieces that fall down upon a seldom walked path into a shadow


I have forgottenI forgot your name lost among the utility bills and the magazine subscriptions. I forgot to remember who you were when we met. The distant boy (who you are still) the dreamer, only on occasion ready to share your inner thoughts long after everyone else has already found you out. And if I remember you now, it is only because this all reminded me of you. Because immersed as I am in the problems of the world, I have forgotten how to scream, How to clear my head, how to let you go.I have forgotten
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lol .. i'll check up on what happening in a couple months when my mouse clickes me back here.
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It was great!
Jess
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Baa, star child.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Baa, star child.
OK, how?
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Baa, star child.
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"I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman."
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Just wanted to drop by to say "Happy HoLidays"!
Have a great time with those that mean the most to you.
Best Wishes,
Jess
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Baa, star child.
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