This year I am Scrooge, but next year I will shit jingle bells.
Merry fucking Christmas.


Winters.It's late, and you can hear the sax swinging growling like undead monologues in the tip of your ears like it's justWinters.
in the back of your throat.
There are Christmas bows but it's still
all green outside, watered down and light fixtured like extravagant oxeymorons waiting to be acknowledged by me.
Or you.
But right now you're not here you're instead at the place where snow falls in constructed time limits just so, like series of unfinished sentences, prettily dangling back and forth like &


BalloonsWindworried, little bobbing blue, windworried. He keeps it tight across his wrist, oh don't fly away! He clutches a handful of curly streamers-- dimestore ribbons utterly understandable because it's that, just so, he had to fight a family of seventeen for these high-flying air kites, elastic bulbs of happy.Balloons
He hopes it doesn't rain, because he's left out his pet elephant again, oh don't rain, don't rain! In his afternoon, the long-nosed friends play in the sun, in the sun, only in the sun. He's still in th' sun.


Tea CeremonyTea spatters, they've come a-drifting, draining words of softly spoken ink and meaning and exquisite notation... I've left the kettle on for far too long.Tea Ceremony
Strange lullabies slip the trees into restless slumber beneath shrouds of caughtcolor and rippling sky. I am swaying with them. The owls are watching.
When my toes have finished dragging in the dirt and the mice have finished burrowing (into nests, in my hair) I'm taken with the breezes that speak of dusty nothings. The


Guru YogaLike a hummingbird.Guru Yoga
Floating, like oatmeal confetti on a water surface, sleek as glass, undisturbed. Time is taken in measured doctor's doses spoonful by spoonful.
Uneasily, his footsteps tread upon her belly and breasts, marking bootfalls solemn against imperfect skin.
Your American mind moves too fast.
Like a hummingbird.


Lesbian.Today I commited social suicide strung up by a rainbow rope.Lesbian.
Actually, it's kind of nice.


Conflict Resolution in 1964In some other space, seconds are splitting like nuclear atoms matter reduced to fission and ordered chaos invariable planes colliding, sweet as purple pop rocks stinging the roofs of ten hundred hungry childrens mouths. Time is break- ing, scattering like cats eye marbles (shooters castratConflict Resolution in 1964
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"Don't dream it; be it." - RHPS
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"Who tells u not to part from the herd? The wolf or the herd ?"
What makes you perfect for me ? Your flaws.
For More.
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Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.
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Get that out of your mouth!
P.S. I have an art show opening in Smithville this Saturday nite. (the 3rd). Downtown, Main St., 6ish to 9. You are invited.
Amil (aka Bill)
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meow.
Member of *LittleBelovedOnes and ~UmbrellaClub
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Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.
i'll checking ur stuff regulary...
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Check my Place
"Solo piensa en la maldad para que te acuerdes de mi"
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Hail to the king, baby
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Blah.
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