

Ode to a Powerboat"Ode to a Powerboat"Ode to a Powerboat
You rumble, drifting, on the sleepy sea, And I madly wander along the shore,
Dreaming of drowning.


Small Things"Small Things"Small Things
Sick-sweet Sick-sweet The see-saw sings We in the sun With caterpillars on our soles (Souls soaked with sun Seasoned with Sick-sweet Berries overripe) With our sticky hands Grasp at Cream buns and lemondrinks And tangerines (that smell the way
Sunshine should). Sick-sweet


Madeleine When I came home Madeleines mangled body was lying in a limp, twisted heap at the top of the driveway. Her arms and legs had been mangled, lacerated, and turned out at odd angles at all the major joints. Her head was hanging on by only a few thin strands and her eyes, her huge, blue, sparkling eyes had been gouged out and now she had the dead stare of an eyeless skull. She was still loosely swathed in tatters of what had been her most favorite, soft-pink dress one with a trim of minute white lace on the hem and a large bow at the back. I sighed. My first time back home in a month and it was to this.Madeleine


A Day in the Lives"Dear little world, how do we want to rejoin you. How do we want to cast ourselves off and fall, graceful as a lead butterfly, into a whole different world. We fester inside; our desire scalds us and the blistering wounds run over us, through us. Dear little world, would that we were a part of you; would that we were another rivulet in one great stream of sleaze and damnation, streaking down into the ocean that ultimately becomes our source again.A Day in the Lives
Dear little world, how we want that. We don't want to be behind the walls of a safety-glass tank, watching you swirl and slither all around us. We want out, we want into you, dear litt
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Life is a drawing without an eraser
But to write with a broken pencil is pointless
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I'm aiming for the sky
But it's higher than I can fly
No matter how hard I try
I'll never reach the sky...
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This is where i'm suppose to come up with something profound, but it never happens.
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サソリ固め
Waffles! Waffles? Waffles ~
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Life is a drawing without an eraser
So, to write with a broken pencil is pointless
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-- The Beautiful Britny --
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-- The Beautiful Britny --
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"..Little People Kill People.."
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