I'll be Crow, Crow can be meI made Crow with my hands, and a church steeple with my feet. But the church broke in two when Crow flew.I'll be Crow, Crow can be me
When Crows wings, my fingers, swim, I am in tow. Crow always takes me where I want to go.
When I tried to let Crow free, I threw him as hard as could be. But Crow always comes back to me.
Love in the 50'sTrue love died in the 50’s, along with her Polka Dot dress.Love in the 50's
She belonged in a musical jewellery box.
The world wasn’t ready for lipstick of that kind.
She was all blood red, whilst the rest of the world was stuck in film noir.
69% of men confess to dreaming of something better,
72% of woman wish they were that better something.
Now days it’s all bravado. Broken hearts and bull shit.
True love died in the 50’s, along with that dress.
5.30 a.m5.30 am5.30 a.m
Not even the city ghosts can muster themselves up at this ungodly hour. The streets veins are empty, the winds death rattle bounces off the dull grey stone. I imagine this is what Hiroshima looked like, moments before the bang. Although people here will actually wake from their sleep.
Aphorisms 3"Caught the world in a lens today, and will never let it go"Aphorisms 3
"She dragged the colour from the orange grove, and with her heart painted all of Florida"
“He licked his quiff in dollar bills, It was him and George Washington vs. the world. The dizzy heights and bright lights of the city were no match, he rode those pin stripes like a steam train. It was the ‘dream’, alive and well in the heart of New England.
The fringes of American culture can find themselves almost anywhere”
"If every man thought in black and white, like an alpha male, there’d be no art"
"The m
A Field Mouse in Your CareI love your distance, and the spite of time which promises you to meA Field Mouse in Your Care
your low voice, a barn owl and my little heart at one-seventy
in your claws –
you save me, we save
all the currency for later, the only modern frugal kids
but God, those coins burn holes in our pockets don’t they sometimes love.
There are low, sinuous promises of mythological sin;
a snake laughs in the grass,
pistol-writhing and opening its hell teeth
til I hear you crush its head with the
39The rain at night39
rocketed through galaxies of cities. Electric cosmos spread, from every corner of the sky-
You played my veins like a harp
Shitty
Im flattered
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shane
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"If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow: empty rooms, shuttered and dank - without passion, we'd be truly dead"~ angel from season 2 of buffy
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"They turned the country up on its side, and everything loose fell into California." ~ Frank Lloyd Wright
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~The Nihilistic Pebble (just a bored and lonely mind)
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I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter - Allen Ginsberg; Howl
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