| After great pain, a formal feeling comes-- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs-- The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round-- Of Ground, or Air, or Ought-- A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone-- This is the Hour of Lead-- Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow-- First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go-- (Bursting Under) -[link] (Eating After Midnight) -[link] |










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I'm not an artist!
Just because no one understands me that doesn't make me an artist...
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
you need to let me know a weekend you are free so we can work on the ignorance photoshoot in ur studio. and we need to find a few random lights not containing lamp shades
and im really bored in ritzmans.blahh...now stevens talking to me....
ohh and look at my mood....
im a freakin pirate. argh!!! haha
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"like OMG, Totally. make you fall in love with me...The internt as made for lovers. Ohio is just for suckers."
-Dot Com by Secret Secret Dino Club
Go Listen...NOW!
i really want to go to london and get some pictures.
but that's a HORRIBLE long shot.
I don't know what to do.
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He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
-Robert Frost.
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