~Timeturner
, The
Newest
2AM2AM and the birds have already begun to call, to storm about, trying to reign in the night and the sun-- orange embers falling in this dusk, forming dust for this new day, these new ways of living, of leaving behind new waves and trails from screws and neighs and bridges and walkways & all other extended techniques-- a still calm (still combative), still reflecting, still2AM
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markings made...markings made across the afternoon sun, the day has come and begun, wandering across the walks, waiting for spring, warm injection of seasonal life into scenery, soft late night scent into back corners of the throat, a subtle caress of nerves--the lazy afternoon of mindmade movies and memories. an urge to run overtaking, accelerating, lost atmosphere enveloping our eyes and faces locked in, sewn to a revolution in the deep muscle, the inner flesh of reptile and mind, the meat of music and faltered attempts at verbalization around the interrupmarkings made...
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"a place built into cliffs"it is a place built into cliffs, mediterranean lapping at the tiny circle of a beach, messages scrawled in sand: multicolored on paper scraps held grudgingly by locals moving to other things--we can only be interrupting; shameful and courteous; ordering the same things everyday-- make up for this absence in the coming decades: the loss of scent and sense of it, the rooftops level with the street, the tables hidden in the cool dark, the moments of confusion at foreign interactions & the rumbling underneath, scooting corners on these roads built stra"a place built into cliffs"
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the city in the rain, _sick_the city in the rain, "sick with love" splattered, the buildings stretch into depth, rise from flat floor plans and the dreams of dead artisans, stained by the sheets which will never stop falling.the city in the rain, _sick_
windows stare into windows and everything rings with the truth, sings to a metronome of thunder, punctuated by a chorus of horns and railways, rising smoke and knives, feet in puddles denying the infecting damp and the song with a second rising storm built out of the slams of metal doors , and the screech of gridlock &
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Give me coffee and nobody gets hurt
never been called tim before... makes sense though i guess, with this username XD
--
"here is what is here"
&
"there is what is everywhere
for you to put into
the blocks you are so
built up of."
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Give me coffee and nobody gets hurt
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Give me coffee and nobody gets hurt
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Kevin...
[link]
--
"here is what is here"
&
"there is what is everywhere
for you to put into
the blocks you are so
built up of."
--
I might just lose my mind and rob a lace shop.
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