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Sarah McIntosh
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- Last Record: 2012-05-12 16:18:01 -0400
- Joined: Dec 29, 2011
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Exactly what it sounds like.
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I'm too scared to move forward Too vexed to move back I stare in your direction to your next line of attack I grab your hand to stumble <... |
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Nothing lasts. This is called impermanence. It is a scary thing to look in the eye, but it is a fact of life. Tomorrow, a friend of someone will die. Later today, a child will die in a drunk dri... |
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black ice stings twice thrice strain to ice sprain you slip to fall and I trip up small looking at you, black ... |
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I feel like I look like I'm glowing inside A man I thought I knew from behind, taps me on the shoulder and I shiver anticipating nerve endings all... |
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I had a dream about the world a timeless tale of this and that and as I wondered, where I sat a child fist upon me, curled
I ha... |
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We kept it in the basement it bubbled and coursed through the floor board burning and sizzling acid tongued forked red, snake slitted<... |
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It was the slow combinations of the night a dam of placements fixtures combination good. bad. inbetween it slowly sinks in |
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It's the scent of ocean fog, as it rolls off your tongue you stick it out on a ferry boat the fog tastes of salt and land-soaked sea m... |
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Fall is where the dead start dying the sane start thinking and the living start breathing
"You only live once", say |
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In this indiscernibly immense Petri dish universe, where do I, where could I stand? Just an infinitesimal speck...scrutinized under the microscope of our possible spectrum o... |
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Try as I may, curiosity nullifies the possibility of sleep it festers like a three day open wound seeping seamlessly creeping behind m... |
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This life and world we live in has had the long-unspoken joy Of breeding its inhabitants as cold and cruel, but coy
Each snake with heart of ice among ... |
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