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Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful (idea)
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Wed Feb 21 2001 at 8:06:38
When he rubbed
against her lips
she did not push back. I was watching her. She was not watching anything. Her focus was somewhere else and would not be called back for
his easily ignorable touch
. She was
caught in a dream, elsewhere
. We all knew this was not really happening but she knew it deeper. On
autopilot
. They said, later she will crash, she will break down. But she won't.
Driving home
, I had bad things in my body - spikes through my temples, sour
heartburn
leeching upwards, pounding pulse, but it was all right by comparison.
I'm alive, I can prove it.
I was thinking, my pulse will pull me along,
this is a good omen, this pounding heart
, it will draw me farther from any silent stupor or absence of words. Will keep me from being lifeless.
Then I was thinking, my pulse is pulling me but I never think to ask where, just follow, my brain takes its track and I never think of fighting.
Then I was thinking, when is the last time I made anything, I know I have
paint
somewhere in my house but I never think to use it on anything, time skims past me, surely I am not growing older, it is not really happening. Then I was home and sleeping and forgetting and
tomorrow I will break down, or, I won't.
caught up in the clouds, soaked with beautiful tears
There is no one here to stop me from using this silence.
In your heart you know it's flat
Notes on ruining the beauty of barren places by being there
Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
Our lives and these empty spaces aside
Daydreaming on a lazy Sunday afternoon
broad-spectrum amnesiac
Memories are meant to fade : They're designed that way for a reason
On a rock in Central Park
Brittle things will break before they turn
Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
on the cusp of empty
Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
Teenage bride with a baby inside, getting high on information
Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul.
Teen Bride Im Sorry
gaining night vision
i can tell you the dreaming up north is real and wide
I am taking the silence as a yes
Klaproth
Can things really change?
Ashtavakra Gita
A pillow of smoke for a luminous new year