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We emerge from the seditary rain, shrieking laughter into the empty halls of bookcases, where echos are snitched in the middle of aisles, on the bottom of paper cups. Here ...

A certain intensity and harshness circle your consonants, as they drip off your tongue like watermelon seeds in summertime. They blast into resting water Blast and watermelon make me think ...

Rambling sentance much? through the branches, [s]through the folds[/s], mother humming

I like smoke and mirros. Just don't use it again.

A nice breath of fresh air, well-appreciated. I comment only to reassure you of it's worth.

I think there are some jagged transitions that I want to point out: tightening my heartscrews and opening my mouth I laughed as hard as I could I'm not sure ...

A moth in a deathtrap, He flutters in wheels of zeal with the priestess on her knees, in praises raised to what is real and who can feel and what ...

You knew I'd get here eventually. :D Jake, clutch me with your suitcase hand and tell me, Tell you what? Simple stuff can be important.... bring the bazooka and your ...

The jigsaw pieces blaze through his permeable eyes, pierced with glassy soul-stars shoving their way through in bloody tears. He begs me to disentangle his hopes and dreams which come ...

I agree with Brad on the ending thing, and the image of the text was a bit drawn out.

Dress pulled stiffly back by unseen pins Girl, wind, frozen image - photograph. You accomplished that in the first line. Unseen pins is more than a little awkward; it's pratically ...

Wishless, she follows the twisting trail with stern philosophy. Steps fall on caramel shavings - they distingrate into a million particles of chocolate dust. Catipilliars taste feetless, but she can ...

blowing smoke from my tongue was the only thing that chased you away - you were afraid of burning out like coals and embers, you were afraid of dancing in ...

people should stop writing about him. his ego is big enough already.

Paint on the bottom of ballerina slippers, inksplatters on rose - she blooms a virgin flower fit to burst. Petals unfold, unwieldly words, as winds rip these wishes free. One ...