| where there's fire, we will carry gasoline. wait, no... where there's fire, we will carry graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate. -excuse me? waiter? I'd like a refund. there is a brain in this girl.- |


we just don't workthere are things in this world that just do not work:we just don't work
canvas sneakers in a downpour and wearing leggings as pants. ice cream at the beach in the summer. the public printers at the library.
matches in a hurricane.
oh,
and me and you.


the rapist and the head hunterthe rapist knocksthe rapist and the head hunter
on the door. I answer and he apologises for 20
years of torment. my sorrow screams and gives up, leaving my chest empty.
he turns and walks away, the pieces of my past following
him like forlorn puppies, tails between their legs, heads
down, defeated. I enter
the kitchen, open the fridge to the fetid smell of rotting meat.
I throw the human heads away keep the pinkies for promises. everything is decay. the clock
ticks too loudly, I start matching my steps to seconds tapping. I wonder why &nbs


sometimessometimessometimes
the words just hurt so much that you can't even picture them in your head.
much less write them down.
sometimes
that just makes it too real.


two trains equationTwo trains are approaching each other at sametwo trains equation
speed X (stands
for the speed of a diving peregrine falcon) both carrying sleeping passengers, carts of food, broken dreams, and high
hopes. At what time
'Y' will they become beluga whales?
Math and verse don't mix. She thinks. She writes, 'there is nothing poetic here. my muse died of thirst today'
she wrings out her brain, splashes in the shallow puddles of knowledge that run out techicolored on the floor.
El Sol 2

Bree's song.Don’t You Quit! Save yourself from death itself, And save yourself from someone else. I don’t care if you don’t care, But it’s okay because I’m right here. I’m everywhere and anywhere, I’ll try my best to be right there. You’ll need me most, When you are lost.Bree's song.
So just hold my hand and I’ll take you home, To let you know that your not alone. So don’t let the dark take you from me, Take my hand and you shall see.
Promise me that you’ll try, To leave all this behind. Start everything anew, The time’s past due. Open your wings and f
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tell me something beautiful, tell me something free, tell me something beautiful, and i wish that i could be.
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