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ChanceCold air caught inside  
the wishful shape of lungs,  gently constricted  like a lie told to soothe.  I'd like to touch someone.  To touch without taking,  without leaving that mark—  indelibly delicate,  
that promise to someday  leave them more alone.   
It's like slipping sideways  through a crowd, a million  moments, a million mouths  pink and orange in the summer  rain, mingling fingersweat.  Nobody belongs to me,  and the crowd least of all—  the crowd has always  belonged to itself.   
If I drove more slowly,  
happen Chance
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SnakestruckWorm,  hear my command.  Move toward me  
with musical scorpion hips,  
slick segments  
silked with a razored slither.  Such a man deserves  
only one thing.  You're an engine  
hissing huckleberry smoke,  sneaking snarls rolled like cigarillos,  cracked glass and elastic slap-spandex skin.  You've been closeted with curiosity,  
brushed with the bronze of a false phoenix  
ignited by the hot night's  
acrid summer fire.  No venom for the viper.  I'll hum with the thunder,  dreams dominated  
by machinery's harmonious hum,  whitewater highways Snakestruck
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Every Drop of SunLeave room for light.  Like a levitant whisper,  freedom found in the wet wonderment  
of the fog pulled across your body  like a curtain—closed, open, alive.   
Leave room for light; I have seen  everything, touched the shape of the dark,  each sweet scar.     
I have seen you.  Snowprints in the shape of a girl.   
You're only as alone  
as you feel—  yes; I know too well those words,  like nestless fledglings, glacier's fallen fruit.  But winter's succumption is almost arrived.  Try not to hope too hard.   
Leave room for Every Drop of Sun
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WarI remember understanding,  
the explosion of peace as they fell  
once and again  
in an orchestration of carnage.    I can tell tales  
of when that fever fades,  
when the burning deathdust  
rides out of the lungs,  
when the soldiers stir  
and realize that their puzzle-piece hearts  
can't fit anymore into their mothballed lives.    I myself understand all too well,  
lasting as flotsam on an empty sea,  
wishing a return to the sincere destruction  
that marks a simple life. War
by ~kheb
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ValkyrjarClear my eyes, sapphire lights of ice.  The sound of my voice is a  whetting,  a sharpening of notched sverð-blades  amid the piercing  hiss  of new-woven iron and steel.  I am lowly,  handmaiden that I am,  with cup and trencher to serve.  I am high,  for my sight has pierced the sky,  the twin azure in my glance  returned by a single grey.  I am beautiful,  hair of a wheat-field in harvest,  skin pale  as argent-cresting curves that curling  swell to silvered shore, and  my form is a fount of  harmony:  the outline of my shape is &n Valkyrjar
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A Life I Never WantedOn your terms  slightly spurned  from the lips of an nightwalker  tastes like heat  softly sweet  slip me underneath the water  There I stay  justice brays  and tells me not to dream   
There lit upon your eye  a gleam that makes me die  a sentiment of ghostly hopes  tied down with earthly ropes  Entangled in your breath  sweetness and a pinch of death  Nevertheless I crane to see  you walking by, happy   
This time last year we were  this age is overwhelming me  I feel like I should speak  but everything I say seems weaker than you & A Life I Never Wanted
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MabThe child Mab was loud, quick to understand, flighty in her opinions and moods and astonishingly clever. Under her feet a stage grew and as she got older, she learned how to move and dance across it.  
  There were forty-six rooms in her parents` house and Mab ran from room to room and every doorframe was a portal and a gateway, and upon crossing it, Mab shed one role in favour of another and acted out forty-six different Mabs for her audience - furnishings, stuffed animals and an occasional guest of her parents´. Mab liked doors and soon she found it impossible to walk through a door without changing her posture, carriage Mab
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A Delicious Tag

Tue Sep 2, 2008, 7:42 PM
  • Mood: Flirty
  • Listening to: You've Made Your Bed - Skin
  • Reading: Night Mare - Piers Anthony
  • Watching: Battlestar Galactica
  • Drinking: Water...
TAG RULES
~ Choose a singer / band / group.
~ Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer / band / group.
~ Tag 6 more people (let them know they've been tagged).

BECK (that maddest of mad scientists, brewing scratchy songs like test-tube mutations in beakers of dubious cleanliness)

Question 1: Are you male or female?
Girl (Remix by Octet)

Question 2: Describe yourself.
Tender Beast of the Spangled Night

Question 3: What do people feel when they are around you?
Modern Guilt

Question 4: How would you describe your previous relationship?
Earthquake Weather

Question 5: Describe your current relationship.
Feather In Your Cap

Question 6: Where would you like to be now?
There Is No Place In This World For Me

Question 7: How do you feel about love?
Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime

Question 8: What’s your life like?
Guess I'm Doin' Fine/No Complaints

Question 9: What would you ask for if you only had one wish?
Diamond Bollocks

Question 10: Say something wise.
Nobody's Fault But My Own

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~RGzer0:iconRGzer0: Feb 23, 2009, 9:11:39 AM
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~pereubuisjesus:iconpereubuisjesus: Dec 30, 2008, 8:44:55 PM
Thank You so much for the comments and criticism. and the favs too!
I really appreciate it. :)

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Compositions are integrated within

Gen-up to electric dog status

We pat you on the back

Your ears prick up

We call you Hitler

And kick you around like homogenized milk
~kheb:iconkheb: Dec 31, 2008, 8:52:27 AM
It was my pleasure, dude. :D
~inorirose:iconinorirose: Dec 14, 2008, 10:06:51 AM
I absolutely love your work, as well as BSG and OSX too! :)
~kheb:iconkheb: Dec 14, 2008, 10:57:54 AM
:giggle: Thanks so much! :love:
~VelvetRain:iconVelvetRain: Dec 4, 2008, 12:13:33 PM
Thanks for the collection adds!

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Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. -Buddha
~wakeup528:iconwakeup528: Dec 3, 2008, 6:10:07 PM
Thanks so much for the watch.
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