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the sun, the sand & the sea.
politikal analyst.
digs rock, raves, elektronik danze musik & fun reads.
4/12/2008 10:20:00 am, Saturday, April 12, 2008
faceofsadness embellished&imprinted painstakinglyetched mournfullyacknowledged throughtheartist'sshakinghand onparchmentsothin itshattersunderhertremblingtouch.
futility.fragility.edgy.despaired.mad.pained.
him:'so why poetry?'
her:'so i may express my pain beautifully.'there are four deaths. one, when you're born; two, when you fall in love; three, physical death; and fourth, when you're forgotten. i'd like to slow that down because i don't want to die. therefore i write. like paying people to care about me. to know how good i am, i have to run away. when i have to explain things, i feel like someone else inhabits me. and i hate it. lie in fiction, and i'll fix you like a stick-pin in a song. the moon through a window becomes an indoor moon, the way light through stained glass gets tainted divine.