out with the oldwell, some of the old stuff is good which is why it stays
haven't been on here for awhile, things should be different
ode to an exboyfriendif i could spit you out you'd come out as chunky, off-white vomit until i learn to spit you'll sit in there, stagnant & making me sickode to an exboyfriend
emptinesswhat is i and who are you?emptiness
a word is an agreement but who can agree?
who is there other than reflection
what is the nature of the sky?
if i said, look at the sky you would look up but the sky is the emptiness right in front of you
letters from the abyssdriving around the city, there was a house on a hill. entering it, we met a man who pointed to a map and talked. shadows walked around the streets wearing hats and smiles. trucks drove by filled with leaves and there was a party of silhouettes back at the house, outdoors. i dreamt about a small village by the ocean, with two copper towers. a building filled with rooms filled with people who played with perception. in one room, there were people at shiny control panels. they gave me something - like a small plastic bath oil pillow - to put under my tongue andletters from the abyss
come cuddle some morning!
<3
nice picture lizzie
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Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
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Charlie Barley
ugh
hello
where are you?
summer fading fast.
Gone and soon the past.
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Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
I love ur photography!
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You smell of bullshit.
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