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HangoverHangover
I wake to a blurred world While the drums in my softened skull Keep a constant jackhammer To a perfectly relentless beat. All movement is at half speed The stop frame loses my shuffling shoes On messy, sticky, gooey floor tiles Slowly turning to quicksand. Desperate pulls from below my thtoat Explain the slick but dry Emptied sensation found beneath My ribs and deep within. Thoughts have scattered no longer having Any bearing when the night before Merited great consideration of some well laid plan. So severe is the damage that coffe Hangover
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The WhileThe While
Numb, cold and punchdrunk frame by frame the flashbacks fly by in stop motion action.
Once I was there wishing to be here.
Do they still chase you in your sleep? Do the screams pierce your lackless stare? Does the piece of granite in your chest still pump the lifeforce of your hate?
Freezing water can at first
seem scoulding when not paying much attention to it.
Now I'm here longing to be there.
Can you picture the carosel when you were young? Do you close your eyes while on a swing? Are you just float The While
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Bus StopBus Stop
Reflection dwells deep in my thoughts as the faintest hint of your perfume saturates my nasal cilia causing both my thoughts and pulse to race.
Why would this bench hold all the answers set in isolation awaiting the company of anyone willing to spend a moment of solitude before the rollercoaster transport?
Why do I now feel so empty longing for the chance to hear your laugh that assures me of your happiness and therefore settles me into momentary contentment?
How can we have so much in common having grown up so far apart in Bus Stop
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FlightFlight
Miles after miles, nothing is different yet everything changed
Carry the weight like a parasol in the wind Offering only faith, honor devoted trust Innocense bowing trembling yearning Sidesteping the real to fall into the unknown.
Paper trails turn quickly into hidden currency Impressions get forever lost in translation as One tends to lose the grip on what was once Thoght at the time to be the most important.
I'm stellar steel yet I'll always remain glass Strong in one direction but a little transpearant I'll always be guarded by the ve Flight
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Back... and fourth

Fri Mar 30, 2007, 10:21 AM

Well, after a long pause on the Korean way of life I've returned to both the U.S.A. and to DA. Soon I'll post a few little things of creation from there. A sigh of relief, long enough to catch my breath. Now I must embark on a new life of tattooing. Yhank you Asia for the wonderful trip of two and a half years!

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