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troy ounces
Father, how our circumstances have changed. Remind me, as I'm honestly insincere; We weigh words in troy ounces, Waiting in the drone hours. Waiting within the drone hour. Father, how our circumstances have changed, Playing at sheep among the wolves. We toast to these bigger and better things Drinks clinked at the grown-up table, Weighing these words in troy ounces. Here we are Breathing sighs of relief in the drone hour While bombs fall overhead, weighed down in troy ounces at the table we share. We weigh words down with troy ounces, daring to live where ghouls dare not tread, Calling it paradise Under naked trees.
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Seattle syndrome
My god, when they'd say We're all the lucky ones When they'll say We're the fortunate ones While here we're stigmatic Bleeding to the sound of drums. We are the medicated ones; The dedicated ones, Stricken with the Seattle syndrome, Praying for heroin and heroines All within the confines of a shot glass. We are the pretenders To the bone and satin throne; I am light suspended, The anhedonic imbecile, Symptomatic of the fattened men, Of weary men. We are the stricken ones, The afflicted ones. Here we are as a thousand suns At home under the naked trees, Hand over fist below the king of hearts And the queen of clubs. Here we glorify the dyi
La vie en rose
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sin-eater
How I wish to be a sin eater, Here among silent faces Here in this place of a thousand suns Here where only the wild ones grow. Here I'd wish to be a sin eater, Where neatly hung up, rows of crosses- How I'd wish to be your sin eater Where only white lilacs bloom, Where I'd come up for air -where I'd go and find them there. But here I'd like to lay a while: Neither I nor you in satin there, Confessed things, professed things- All in all to precipitate The growing silence. And here I'd like to lay a while And how I'd like to take you away, Some day before the drone hour, Out there beyond the stone flowers. And how I wish to be a sin eater,
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Lacrimosa VII
VII: Requiem Lacrimosa Find me there among those stone flowers, Indexed between Duchamp and Camus; May we give our regards to the dead And move on.
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Lacrimosa VI
VI: the falling We had their calling cards, and they ours now. We assumed there were words for these, When they all knew there was one. But only once before entropy Swallow us whole Would they cradle me, Amid the yellowed flowers, there Fixed there among the stone flowers. But all these things, Arranged by time, name, place, We disregard to feed the growing smoke, All in all to feed the growing smoke. So call me an optimist For all that I knew; Drawn out on canvas, Like my passe suicide- There was nothing quite like that Which we would create, Freefalling in our panoply of glass and stars. I beg you to see me, To save me. So call me an opt
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Lacrimosa V
V: the worshipped Here, eyes grow heavy with silence But only here, they'd call you by name: SIN EATER And only here would they call you by name, Here at the end of all things. Here in this place of dreams We are wonderfully restless Swirling within this panoply of stars, Swirling- Here we sang as the sun went down, When for a long while we pray to you Our heroin goddess: All these and more in the drone hour.
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troy ounces
Father, how our circumstances have changed. Remind me, as I'm honestly insincere; We weigh words in troy ounces, Waiting in the drone hours. Waiting within the drone hour. Father, how our circumstances have changed, Playing at sheep among the wolves. We toast to these bigger and better things Drinks clinked at the grown-up table, Weighing these words in troy ounces. Here we are Breathing sighs of relief in the drone hour While bombs fall overhead, weighed down in troy ounces at the table we share. We weigh words down with troy ounces, daring to live where ghouls dare not tread, Calling it paradise Under naked trees.
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Seattle syndrome
My god, when they'd say We're all the lucky ones When they'll say We're the fortunate ones While here we're stigmatic Bleeding to the sound of drums. We are the medicated ones; The dedicated ones, Stricken with the Seattle syndrome, Praying for heroin and heroines All within the confines of a shot glass. We are the pretenders To the bone and satin throne; I am light suspended, The anhedonic imbecile, Symptomatic of the fattened men, Of weary men. We are the stricken ones, The afflicted ones. Here we are as a thousand suns At home under the naked trees, Hand over fist below the king of hearts And the queen of clubs. Here we glorify the dyi
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sin-eater
How I wish to be a sin eater, Here among silent faces Here in this place of a thousand suns Here where only the wild ones grow. Here I'd wish to be a sin eater, Where neatly hung up, rows of crosses- How I'd wish to be your sin eater Where only white lilacs bloom, Where I'd come up for air -where I'd go and find them there. But here I'd like to lay a while: Neither I nor you in satin there, Confessed things, professed things- All in all to precipitate The growing silence. And here I'd like to lay a while And how I'd like to take you away, Some day before the drone hour, Out there beyond the stone flowers. And how I wish to be a sin eater,
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Lacrimosa VII
VII: Requiem Lacrimosa Find me there among those stone flowers, Indexed between Duchamp and Camus; May we give our regards to the dead And move on.
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Lacrimosa VI
VI: the falling We had their calling cards, and they ours now. We assumed there were words for these, When they all knew there was one. But only once before entropy Swallow us whole Would they cradle me, Amid the yellowed flowers, there Fixed there among the stone flowers. But all these things, Arranged by time, name, place, We disregard to feed the growing smoke, All in all to feed the growing smoke. So call me an optimist For all that I knew; Drawn out on canvas, Like my passe suicide- There was nothing quite like that Which we would create, Freefalling in our panoply of glass and stars. I beg you to see me, To save me. So call me an opt
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Lacrimosa V
V: the worshipped Here, eyes grow heavy with silence But only here, they'd call you by name: SIN EATER And only here would they call you by name, Here at the end of all things. Here in this place of dreams We are wonderfully restless Swirling within this panoply of stars, Swirling- Here we sang as the sun went down, When for a long while we pray to you Our heroin goddess: All these and more in the drone hour.
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Lacrimosa IV
IV: storms Thrown up on the rocks, The mad summer tides Smashed there upon those rocks- These are the nights that may never end, All things live from the panopticon; Those were the nights that would never end. They tell us to be still like a mist, But I came in as a light rain. But they saw me as I came into the light, And once upon a time, they'd thought He'd simply rolled in, that oncoming storm; And once in a while This life came down as Tuesday's light rain In these places where it's all the same These few places where dahlias dare to grow- All for favor of the drowned.
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Lacrimosa III
III: the unsaid Daily in the mornings Our gazes fall as a glacier, Suffocating under pooling thoughts For all that we are, neatly tied down, wrapped up In lambskins. And here in our Friday afternoons, Our gazes fall as ashes, Suffocating all our pooling thoughts Of all that we are, Things neatly tied, wrapped together In lambskins.
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Lacrimosa II
II: denials Paralyzed in a moment I throw your name into the wind, Writing it there in indelible black ink. I think of you as I start the car, I think of you before I go. Yet behind these smudged glass frames, I conduct illusions Of sin and pride, Speeding off into the distance. I polish my secrets like the fine silver, As something thrown out like a car bomb On a Friday afternoon. What am I but divvied out With shallow, rusted tablespoons Here or there in the drone hour- They will never catch me now.
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Lacrimosa I
I: a suicide I throw myself into freefall. Pressed against those smudged glass frames, Further, further; The shattering of thin ice, Only now when February snow falls as ashes. I threw myself into freefall, And here beyond all things, We are unstoppable. Our bodies falling as morning dew Mine as dry riverstone I pray that you catch on the wind I pray that you catch on the winds. And I'd throw myself there into freefall, Swirling within my panoply of broken glass, Swirling- Coming back to earth as a light rain.
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Howdy. Got a quick announcement to the few stragglers that still check this page. I've basically abandoned this account to the wild wolves of the internet wastes, and am now only regularly uploading visual work to my facebook page at https://www.face ...
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~goodnewsplz (https://www.deviantart.com/goodnewsplz) I'm all sorts of ecstatic right now.. so a couple of weeks ago, I'd gotten a personal message through my Facebook art page from someone at Art Crasher, an online gallery and art blog; and they were interested in including my work in a live show in San Francisco this coming February! After doing some checking to make sure I wasn't walking into some sort of scam, I promptly replied, and lo and behold, my work is going to be in the show :D I feel like I'm getting back on the horse again, artistically. After a bunch of disappointments with state and national art competitions, and not being able to go to the art school of my dr
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Well I guess I should start this long-overdue update on my interesting life with the most important things: I'm graduating from high school in 2 days, I'm rounding off my third year as an artist, I have a fantastic group of friends, and my girlfriend is seriously the best person ever. So here I am, 4 years later and so much more sorted out and optimistic than I was going into this whole school thing. I may not be walking with honors, and I may not have grades that I can be totally proud of, but I've made it nonetheless, and I know that as I stand with the class of 2013 in front of all of my friends and family, I'll be able to look back on th
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Birthday ,,, be happy
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