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The Sirens(The First Siren Sings)The Sirens
The fortune teller knew that she could not predict the future.
Although this was blatantly obvious to her, it broke her heart a little more each day. She did, however, know a little about this and a little about that. She wondered if there was a huge alliance of psychics out there that disclosed all the information from her. Perhaps no one could read the future, and it was all one big charade. She did know that her 3 o' clock appointment was waiting to be told that the money would come soon--even though they both knew it never would. Dangling that hypothetical carrot, the hope was never doused
by ~ChaseManhattan27
Hitting The GroundI hit the ground hard and felt one of my teeth stab into my lower lip. At first I struggled hard for the breath that had been knocked out of my stomach. Gasps screamed out of my mouth but were having no intake into my lungs. Each second feels like an hour when you are failing to breathe and slowly drowning in a mouthful of your own blood. I coughed finally and the air resumed to flow. Dust on the concrete floor sucked up through my nose and into my mouth. The taste was like nothing I’d tasted before. Grinding my teeth hard as I tried not to yell out, I could feel sand and dust shredding my gums. Dirt was mixing in withHitting The Ground
by ~ChaseManhattan27
Three Lovesongs for The DeafThree Lovesongs for The DeafThree Lovesongs for The Deaf
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Ash Wednesday, and everything is a mess. People pillage the streets like pigeons in the street faire ahead, and I walk closer with my eyes darting curiously from cluster to cluster. My senses are bursting like firecrackers. The scents of the street burn in my nose so pleasantly; my taste buds were so vacant and craving. I can almost taste the colors that shatter so exquisitely across the palate of cement-there are sunburst yellows everywhere I look. Oranges and reds, too.&n
by ~ChaseManhattan27
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- Current Residence: Ventura, CA
- Interests: Writing, Painting, Smoking, Booze
- Favourite band or musician: PJ Harvey, Placebo, Skunk Anansie
- Favourite genre of music: Rockish. Punkish. Whatevergetsmeoffish.
- Favourite artist: Basquiat.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Favourite photographer: Chris Knight
- Favourite game: Hide The Sausage
- Personal Quote: "God is playing a very elaborate 22 year old joke."
- Email: NYCchase27@aol.com
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Have no fear, the cosmic fool is here.
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Silence your harsh words my dear
My ears are ringing of this
I can't stop thinking of it
I try to reach you but I fall
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Tiesa slypi kazkur anapus.
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live like there will be no tomorrow
you seem to be a really original guy,
and i'd like to have been like you.
you're so talented...
you inspire me...
thanks ...
bebye
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*¨° On EsT TOo JuStE Ce kOn Se PaRdOnNe *¨°
*¨° CaR à L'imPoSsIbLe NuL N'EsT TeNu *¨°
audeline flau^^
Good combination
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The states of awareness we currently perceive are only a thiny fraction of the whole.
The continuum extends deep into nonphysical areas of the universe far beyond our current physical comprehension
- William Buhlman
Gonna add you to my fave list. Hope, you don't mint it.
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You Rock!
Ask Chris to do some outdoor shots of you. Motels and bars are fine and all, but i find nature to be more...natrual.
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The Best Things In Life Are Bittersweet
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