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Sculpting Orion by requiem-san, literature

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Sculpting Orion

"You still haven't told me what we're doing out here." Maybe I want to know but its just as likely that the answer will bore me. Maybe it just flat out doesn't matter. My toes are cold and that blanket draped over my head has that odd mix of damp and freezing that normally only happens after a rainstorm in mid-July to August. I don't see how you can stand to be laying on your stomach. The roof of our building is mildly filthy. To the point where you could make constellations out of the worn and bleached patches of gum.

Heartland by requiem-san, literature

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Heartland

tonight I will fall asleep in the vineyard while my hair is still damp from kissing you in the river. The Rhine: 'I want to swim down the center of it and not know if the water I'm drinking is französisch or allemande' you stated. I don't write about you to stop from glorifying you. the way you laugh when my hands start shaking. I tell you how fond I am of empires. I want you to baptize me king in the red and white wines of the coronation fountain. we don't have a language. we are a language. 'knight' is a synonym for 'always drowning' and when I come to bed I breathe in wheat instead of grapes from you. tonight

Damask by requiem-san, literature

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Damask

when i start to crave the classics i begin to worry. it's a mood that finds me finding beauty in a bathtub drowning. knee bruises, blue. cuticles, blue. The Emperor Waltz left me deaf, underwater. our sheets feel like the back garden now while i put those nerves to rest. after all, i am still trying to convince you i'm a butterfly. i'll never fly again if you touch me now, kiss me now. but i watch our toes tangle at the end of the bed now. maybe because i love a good lie. gently you insist to me that we are not butterflies, though i never said you were one. gently you insist to me that we are hooded, carrion cr

Cazricide by requiem-san, literature

Ode by requiem-san, literature

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Ode

The night is hot- my cigarettes are lit here's to hoping the radio remembers the west before its too late before satellite dishes will be parachutes used to bomb 'die Kapitalisten' in this ugly city where my grandfather spat at stones for a living we're stuck in marching time in '89 we are stuck with little ghosts and aluminum change but tonight i know we're tearing down that wall just to feel good.

Kaiser-Wilhelm-Ged by requiem-san, literature

What I Learned--- by requiem-san, literature

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What I Learned---

---Is That There Are No Herring Here Or There. 1. --There's nothing out there. He says to me. And I look at him as though he is stupid. Maybe not stupid. Maybe that is too harsh. But I do not look at him as though he knows entirely what is going on. -- What do you mean? I ask. Oh how silly of me to always ask. Because when do I ever get an answer? -- I mean, there is nothing out there. And this he repeats stubbornly as though I am the stupid one, not him. But he is really. He's the stupid one with a head full of nonsense and stupid ideas that will not get him anywhere. That is really why I fell in love him. I think that is th

Insurgency by requiem-san, literature

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Insurgency

there is a place off the Baltic coast with grey green sand or green grey sand and here you take what makes me inside here you paint me red or jealous and here you steal my chemosynthesis and this is how the dialect dies the walls teach me where the paint goes if i'm honest i was brutally honest with my coffee this morning this is when the kidney lines up with the liver and we fit together i am at a loss for imagery at this point you're allowed to get what you want or just go home off the Baltic coast my palms are tired hoping the immigrants are happy toes in the sand hands on the rocks my thoughts almost on yo

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Sculpting Orion by requiem-san, literature

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Heartland by requiem-san, literature

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Damask by requiem-san, literature

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Damask

Cazricide by requiem-san, literature

Ode by requiem-san, literature

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Ode

Kaiser-Wilhelm-Ged by requiem-san, literature

What I Learned--- by requiem-san, literature

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What I Learned---

Insurgency by requiem-san, literature

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Insurgency

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Canals by requiem-san, literature

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Canals

in seven years i have been a juggernaut tonight i am- have decided to ask: if you know my colors about the pear tree your neighbor kissed where the apricot jam is and i won't care- have decided not to care: if the finches have migrated about the king's crown and the queen's skirt if you are singing along with the herald in the square who cries: "much tried austria they try you still." in seven days i will be a breath

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Oct 30
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Current Residence: ur microwave
Favourite genre of music: EBM and acoustic
MP3 player of choice: 160 delicious gb

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Resident Evil, The Lives Of Others, Goodbye Lenin

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Placebo, Muse, Interpol, Origa, Tesco Value, Beirut, And One, Steinkind, Red Army Choir,

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Mah hubby~, languages, history, currywurst

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Oct 29, 2010

On Productivity.

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Just completed my mid-term portfolio for my advanced writing course.  Well holy hell, my fingers hurt.  I'll learn not to procrastinate some day.

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Oct 10, 2010

I'm not that stressed anymore.

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I haven't written anything in months and I'm slowly going nuts because of it.  Normally there's a line or something drifting around my head and I can sit down and the rest just comes naturally like it was waiting for me to type.  But there's nothing waiting there right now.  I guess I know they'll come back eventually because they always do.  I just nervous waiting.  Especially over long periods of time. I almost bought an atlas of the world from '27 in a small bookstore.  But decided against it on the basis that staring at maps of how the world used to look might turn in to an unhealthy habit. But I'm a year older now and life isn't bad.  