PenguinAttack

#17: pallindrome this was not the deal. the shuddering mistake lying perpendicular to our hallway, it formed on its own and we found it by accident - almost entirely purely ...

#16: cyrano there are no curtains to part but the lights dim to black and there he is. I am enamoured immediately, art in performance, in line and gesture, until ...

#15: this is this. our mettle is tested and we go free.

#14: kaleidoscope in the end what we have is honesty wrapped tightly in cotton wool and good intentions. here we slide between what we did and should have done as ...

#13: inconsolable our hands are not claws our hands are not claws that rattle and shake and skritch across glass and wood and skin we do not make such things ...

#12: spent flesh carved from the bone we are cartilage ripped raw and left for carrion and more. this is summer life, a behaviour left behind in deep bright heat ...

#11: in this place again we listen to the dark crested waves sink again to their homes, each one poseidon made his own. the cold seeps here and we lie ...

#10: amaretto six gun salutes line the galley and every man wears his flavour, an army of colour and contrast leaving their allegiance at home if only for the moment ...

Oh man! I did not move your comment (this time)! Some good Samaritan probs realised how I'd react to seeing it in my thread XD Thank you so much for ...

#9: an autumn wedding in silence we watched the sky lit purple and white, thunder rippling under the rough verandah slats and somewhere in the clouds the message broke we ...

#8: soundtrack the strings make my heart seize, the sudden sharpness clarifies a sense of otherness that lingers in the tips of my fingers and toes. side effects of medication, ...

#7: complication the night stumbles onward And I am reminded that We are a catastrophe.

#6: in the moment of wet hair is summer nostalgia on the back porch watching the sun fall down and shivering because you are bioluminescent only when around your friends. ...

#5: blue poles jackson pollock's number 11 bought for 1.3 million dollars graces the national gallery of australia. seven layers of paint and pain on stark white walls not to ...

#4: in the deep our hands keep touching along the leylines and i didn't know our lives could reverb into the world but each moment is sulphur igniting that bruise ...