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skinny cowa prolonged and painful weight lossskinny cow
hangs limply upon the waifish remnants of a functioning body.
all hint of the ‘eff word’ is immediately gobbled by a scavenging oesophagus,
slithered downwards and brewed greedily to poison
by a bubbling, temperamental stomach.
pulsed through drying veins, the poison spreads through her body-
which fights itself for the moisture.
her rib cage is sunken and taut. in urgency, her skin races in suction to catch and protect her vital organs, which are distancing themselves from her brittle
by ~undecided-impulsive
SPF 30+ procrastinationmoonlight complexionSPF 30+ procrastination
staring at the pump bottle the peeling red label the Sun Protection Formula, 30+, no less
she wonders if it is only her
skin that is 4 hours water resistant...
mildly amused at self, the mind reels to unrequited love, bus stations, sand, pubic hair and other creepy crawly cretan talk.
she aimlessly compares her license photo to a mass-murdering mug shot and then tramples on this fleeting moment of vanity.
if only she were
by ~undecided-impulsive
sicklythe red eyed boy in front of the mirror, sits crying, lids clouded with conjuctivitis residue,sickly
lips cracked and a gaping jaw... his very skin weeps in utter devastation.
fire licks teasingly at his many attempts,
taunting his handwriting, curling up the corners of his pages
into ash
ever so slowly
time drips like porridge from a dissatisfied spoon and the red eyed boy feels sloshingly regrettful not quite hungry and never full
he loves poetry he just hates his own
by ~undecided-impulsive
goldfish, lulu and squibgoldfish, lulu and squib, how to describe such colourful characters? for colourful indeed they were:goldfish, lulu and squib
an allegory for life was set in each scale of goldfish, glossing each feather, lulu shimmered with the dust of stars and squib, who had no particular colour, just contently wandered, ever-evolving to her surroundings.
goldfish, lulu and squib, three of a kind: three being a crowd, two not quite enough and each lonesome, really quite indescribable on their own
by ~undecided-impulsive
Favourites
Salt water, Acid RainThe sun streaks the remnants of a day misspentSalt water, Acid Rain
As I sit on my windows ledge “Tonight I reinvent myself” – a resolution made with each dreary sunset Over the Vancouver skyline. A drop of rain slides down the arch of my nose
Rolls down my upper lip. Another lands on my forehead and curves down the side of my face. I am drenched Through my flimsy worn out concert t-shirt Through my button-less boxer shorts. Through and through the clouds and I rain together,
soft watermarks over pavement, soft streaks over cheeks they swirl together on contact Making it
by ~saltwatersoftlight
-5- Body not the mindSeven swarthy Socratese Standing in a row Shoot one down Do the others even exist?-5- Body not the mind
Socrates had a foolproof method For working out if an idea was a good idea
Step One: Take your idea
Step Two: Think about if there are any cases in which the idea won't work- If there are any holes in your idea Basically, think about WHETHER OR NOT IT IS FOOLPROOF.
Is it?
In that case, Socrates thereby proves your idea TO BE FOOLPROOF. Genius.
But Benedict Thanksrabbit, a much BETTER philosopher, has his own theory of ideas.
by ~NobDeThroog
The DanceAnd so it was that the seven dwarves ate merry cheese and danced about the chimney pot. That was seven years ago today. It also happens to be on the birthday of Chang'tzutzngn'tulk*. I do not know who that is. Well I suppose you'd say it was just another ordinary goose. Or as ordinary as any magical fish you ever did see. Man alive. So as we walked right the mountain giant, He said to tomorrow, do you have any sunflowers me lass and what a show it was. If ever there was a time for severe frying pan in the noggin oh dear the birthday and then there's the foreign market. Whoah Nelly. I'd be guessiThe Dance
by ~NobDeThroog
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- Interests: peppermint snails
- Favourite movie: Very Annie Mary, Cinema Paradiso, Napolean Dynamite, Wizard of Oz, Motorcycle Diaries,
- Favourite band or musician: oh too many....
- Favourite genre of music: jazz... swing... anything really, im just very anti-country & western
- Favourite artist: Fiona Hall
- Favourite poet or writer: Dr Zuess, Bruce Dawe, Che Guevara, Sylvia Plath, Martin Challis
- Shell of choice: the kind that when you lift it up to your ear, you can hear the sea...
- Favourite game: duck duck goose
- Favourite cartoon character: Jane, Daria's friend with the black hair.... damn, she's awesome :)
- Tools of the Trade: bitten fingernails, ink-filled pen and a boundless imagination
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