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via keller
- philo, CA
- Last Record: 2013-01-28 22:31:13 -0800
- Joined: Feb 08, 2010
- www.psycherotica.com
tiny stories, and not-so-tiny stories, musings, lyrics, poems and haikus, with a few scattered illustrations for others' tiny stories...
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apologies in advance! my partner and i have spent so much time with metaphorest's fine song "The Tailor and the Seamstress" (he remixed it), that we started hearing alternate lyrics in our head,... |
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(this came out of a dream i had recently.)
Awakin
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Whisper, lisper, while and riddle! Cast by lamp and thrown by candle... |
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well, first i was grabbed by the "please read this"....thinking, half-dismissively, that 'everyone wants their stuff read'. but then i saw joss's name attached, and know him to be not just smart an...
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owen the owl, he was out on the prowl
looking for love here and there he flew high and low, but wherever he'd go owen never found love anywhere! not a smidge did he find, ... |
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tina had a traveling triangle tattoo.
unfortunately, it ran away to the circus. |
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for this international day of women, a meditation on an old love affair, &etc. |
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jvv's tiny story as a haiku (tho i reversed the 5-7-5 order by mistake!):
two wrinkled hands together frail lips meet to kiss love that can last a lifetime |
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when i was a kid
i used to wonder if we weren't just puppets in god's dollhouse being moved this way and that according to the whims of a verybig creator, who, a... |
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Once there was a boy
who had such a dirty mouth his tongue sprouted weeds. |
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gazing steadily with one lone tear streaming down: her eyes spoke volumes |
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the wind was howling
rain spattering the windshield all her luggage packed |
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she strips off her clothes
stands solemn in pouring hail to see what it’s like. |
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couldn't resist MoiSanom's take on an older little prince...
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She'd had quite enough, thank you, of people climbing up her hair to reach her tower. So she escaped up north, wrapping her hair around her neck so that she traveled incognito while keeping toasty ...
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(being a response to certain philosophical musings....)
Periphery Under a tangled sky, cloud shadows skimming by With a fragile veil of jasmine on the air Where a cu... |
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Over the hillsides and under the moon
With fireflies lighting on a mild night in June I sent my heart soaring for someone I know While birds slept in treetops and I dreamt below |
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