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Peculiar Journeys: Swing, Kid!
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Sunday, 7 June 2009. My body is dancing, wrapped in such a fabric that passer-bys can’t stop staring. My bones can’t stop the gracefulness of their undulations, and neither can my wrapping be less flattering. My body is trapped in beauty by envy. Sunday, June 07, 2009. I like the title:D. Te gandeai la swing kids, nu? 8 June 2009 at 20:20. Te oblig sa scrii un nou post! Daca nu,o sa te pedepsesc in cel mai crud mod posibil. 20 March 2010 at 21:03.
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Peculiar Journeys: May 2009
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Wednesday, 27 May 2009. Light and shadow on your fingertips. Light and shadow playing the piano. The way you leave without a trace. The way my mornings smell of you. The way your keyboard sounds surreal. How every blink of your eye. Turns into night and day for me. How my curves shape to the river of you. Because my nerves burn at your touch. The heaven on your wrists. The music on your knuckles. The you in each embrace. The sunrise in your kiss.
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Peculiar Journeys: The Shieldmaiden
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Friday, 17 April 2009. My dress is made. Of broken feelings and rejected doorways. Sleeves cut by a silver blade,. Sewn together while the tailor prays. My jewellery is cold,. Which is perfectly normal. Or so I was told. It's still icy and formal. I have dancing shoes. With soles of lead. That make me feel like I've nothing to lose. And other times make me feel dead. But inside this corset. I burst open with the warmth. Of a rising sunset. Tree and ...
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Peculiar Journeys: November 2008
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Tuesday, 25 November 2008. A cascade of forked, black-nailed fingers poked his forehead as he leaned in to hear the growling of the crowd. He grinned, flashing white teeth - we covered our eyes and yelled, but not with distraught. He is, after all, only human, and his tumultuous upsurges of tempestuous energy do not last for long. Tuesday, November 25, 2008. Used to be sober. But then, you hung me over. I let the sweating, swearing hoardes bang thei...
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Peculiar Journeys: Journey to the Past
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Monday, 27 April 2009. Journey to the Past. There’s a desert on my heels. A cemetery where I’ve lost my wheels,. Where a full mausoleum lies built and bare. Emptiness has paid money to be buried there. I’m flying over a path. Scouting for a place to take a bath. I smell like a rotten grave. Off I need unhappy bones to shave. Before touring the graveyard. I lived in a peacock land. And fell in love with a bard. All that has now turned to sand.
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Peculiar Journeys: June 2009
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Sunday, 7 June 2009. My body is dancing, wrapped in such a fabric that passer-bys can’t stop staring. My bones can’t stop the gracefulness of their undulations, and neither can my wrapping be less flattering. My body is trapped in beauty by envy. Sunday, June 07, 2009. The bile of fifty thousand years. The cold whistle of a night guard. In death and silence breeding fears. Leaving behind foreheads and hearts scarred. Breeding rot inside new bones.
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Peculiar Journeys: April 2009
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Tuesday, 28 April 2009. Leapsa (I helped myself). Câteva cuvinte (din 4 litere? Neah): androgin, arpagic, ascetic, aplicat, analfabet, amfetamine:. Numele unui băiat: Andrei, Ahile: , Aristotel, Aristide, Agamemnon. Numele unei fete: Ana(duh), Alia, Arwen, Ariel, Arizona, Apple, Addison, Ashley, Arya. O ocupaţie: alimentator de vise:. O culoare: azul:D, alb. Ceva ce o să porţi în viitorul apropiat: a.muleta? Ceva ce găseşti în baie: Algocalmin.
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Peculiar Journeys: Leapsa (I helped myself)
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Tuesday, 28 April 2009. Leapsa (I helped myself). Câteva cuvinte (din 4 litere? Neah): androgin, arpagic, ascetic, aplicat, analfabet, amfetamine:. Numele unui băiat: Andrei, Ahile: , Aristotel, Aristide, Agamemnon. Numele unei fete: Ana(duh), Alia, Arwen, Ariel, Arizona, Apple, Addison, Ashley, Arya. O ocupaţie: alimentator de vise:. O culoare: azul:D, alb. Ceva ce o să porţi în viitorul apropiat: a.muleta? Ceva ce găseşti în baie: Algocalmin.
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Peculiar Journeys: December 2008
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What I find myself thinking. Or is that too big a word? Sunday, 21 December 2008. A gem-like eye opens in the dark; 'tis waiting on a crude boat to embark. It fidgets, the being, and feels the walls of his dwelling push him out. Its translucent lips pout for fear of what it will be seeing. As blood vessels churn, our tiny little stranger starts to yearn. And just as he was pondering his decision - rather inclined to find a way out of his crowded home - there occured the strangest thing. Suddenly, his fea...
