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Burning I like cats you know, isnt that strange. Cats, fucking cats, hahahahahaha cats

im not crazy, why does everyone think Im crazy. Why? Im so messed up, I’m so soryy. I’m so sorry charly, im so sorry Grace, I’m so sorry mister dude

Posted By David On 05.06.2013 @ 4:55 am

so cute that makes the electrons run faster and produce a really high level of energy cute electrons

Posted By David On 04.27.2013 @ 7:48 am

The elephant stood on the cement block as men placed wires around its neck. Edison called for additional

Posted By David On 04.26.2013 @ 9:46 pm

farmer, corn, wheat, beer, barley. Having a largefamily makes farming life easier. Cows, dairy products. Planters harvest vegetables, transformed nomads into seasonal people.

Posted By David On 04.25.2013 @ 9:03 am

Leverage is the motivational factor that causes people to do what they do. With enough leverage, you can get just about anyone to do just about anything. You just need to find the right leverage.

Posted By David On 04.16.2013 @ 7:08 am

It just lay there – uncaring, unfeeling. It had destroyed the hopes and dreams of countless families, their expectations for a brighter future crashed in an unthinking moment. Sparrows, robins and pigeons stared with stark, dumb expressions at the soulless, hideous branch that had fallen without reason, pulverising the Oak Hill branch of the First National Avian Bank.

Posted By David On 04.12.2013 @ 9:44 pm

He tried to move forward, an act that all at once seemed futile. There was no anchor pinning him to the ground, there was no wall blocking his path. It had finally just come down to him. And there could be no escape from apathy.

Posted By David On 04.11.2013 @ 11:56 am

i want to be punished. The feeling is orgasmic. Is just… the most beautiful pleasure My ass will be punished. All the day, all the time.

Posted By David On 04.07.2013 @ 4:13 pm

It was a dark and stormy night. My girlfriend and I were walking through the woods when we heard a twig snap behind us. As I was turning around a figure disappeared into the bushes. I told my girl to hang back while I investigated, and as I grew closer the rustling in the bushes grew louder, compounded by a strange muffled grunting As I got close enough with a discontented sigh my mother stood up and handed me my scarf. “You forgot this,” she said, and stormed off into the night.

Posted By David On 03.21.2013 @ 9:18 pm

I like to be in the CIA one day and if I am, it will be so much fun. I will be a covert agent and work for the Presidents and shoot so many bad guys and give no fucks. They will be dead and as a covert agent, I will be awarded with plenty of money, bitches, and food. It will be sweet and I will polish my gun everyday because it’s cool

Posted By David On 03.16.2013 @ 7:06 pm

Fire is hot at water is wet, it makes happy light, but it burns my hand.

Posted By David On 03.05.2013 @ 3:44 pm

once upon a time there was a wizard named David. Its not a normal name for a wizard but he doesn’t mind. One day, David conjured up a spell that allowed him to live forever. He lived happily ever after…forever.

Posted By David On 03.02.2013 @ 8:38 am

He imagined it the way it once was. Brick displayed out to form what could never be a triangle. Here he would walk forward, here he would find his footing. On a weathered path all to perfect that naturally led to the end.

Posted By David On 02.21.2013 @ 1:02 am

Her husband cheated on her. I really couldn’t believe my ears, that’s really what she deserved? After taking the gun to the face when they were robbed, after being with him at all times, he cheated on her with such, such, uhh!

Posted By David On 02.05.2013 @ 8:47 am

The wall is white. It is full of paint. It looks like a wall. It’s hard. It seems that it is made of concrete. I’d paint on the wall if I could. I’d paint my family, friends, and special relationships on that wall. I’d name that wall as “wall”. We’re gonna be best friends and die together.

Posted By David On 02.04.2013 @ 8:12 am

Sound. Someone once said that organized sound is music. I don’t know if that’s true. Maybe. Maybe I just don’t know the definition of music. That kind of makes me sad because I secretly want to be a professional music critic. Or at least someone who critically appreciates music.

Posted By David On 01.18.2013 @ 9:17 pm

how big or small something is . not always physically but usually reffered to as. an elephant is big, a turtle is small. but what is size in a humans perspective. size is how much something affects you or how much it is involved in your life. something that is so big that affects you is location. where you live how you live and its all affected by the size of the books you read, the size of protein you get the size of a heart you have for the things you do for others. yes size is physical, but its better to be in a other state. how much have you affected this world with the size of time you have. how much time do you have left i am so off on this but its ok for i have a heart the size of the world and scars the size of pinpoints. i have the size of life ahead.

Posted By david On 01.15.2013 @ 11:00 pm

how big or small something is . not always physically but usually reffered to as. an elephant is big, a turtle is small. but what is size in a humans perspective. size is how much something affects you or how much it is involved in your life. something that is so big that affects you is location. where you live how you live and its all affected by the size of the books you read, the size of protein you get the size of a heart you have for the things you do for others. yes size is physical, but its better to be in a other state. how much have you affected this world with the size of time you have. how much time do you have left i am so off on this but ok

Posted By david On 01.15.2013 @ 10:59 pm

betwixt the spheres that nightly spin in reverie we lay and softly tangle

draped in heav’ns beam we flow one into other a yearning tide sailing us nightly

anointed in honeyed kisses each possessed of a fever bequeathed unto the other as the night winds rise to shake the marri

Posted By david On 01.10.2013 @ 5:34 pm

unveiled

hold me i want to whisper you are the root from my spine plunging into fresh earth nourishing my blood with rain, sunlight

hold me when you hold me i am fused to the thundercloud i am a gale unleashed i shake, trees bend the river leaps above her banks

hold me i am realized in you we are a cold stream, falling leaves lightening, a shooting star ripples, waves falling a forest wet with rain

hold me i am melded to you my very essence is pure sensation of your skin pushing onto mine adoro te devote

x

Posted By david On 01.09.2013 @ 8:24 pm

sunday black

we look like shit our rawness parceled in ill fitted trousers ‘good’ shoes scuffed but we don’t notice

it’s thirty three degrees we’re all here gathered outside, like a ring of wraiths except crude, perspiring, voluptuous while you pass like helium

I wanted to tell you it’s a beautiful day like so many we never counted the lantana in the iron fence at karrakatta is brilliant yellow the bees forage pollen and I wonder if they flew from King Edward

the sky stretches enough to hold you tightly in her bosom with a kiss for every day you got through

so I give you one too because you just don’t know how beautiful you are and I love you for it

Posted By david On 01.07.2013 @ 7:34 pm

white flags

the heart of a snowstorm on a white ledge how could i know you were so cuffed to the run-out tide

i nearly froze to death myself chasing you scars under my shirt like jailhouse tatts but theyre fuck all brother

is it colder there than here?

the flakes drift in silence we walk in a crooked line daring the cold to choke us murmuring danny boy to short-rein the chatter

your mother’s heart is broken the phone call turned it solid white her white hair falls around her blue lips everything else i can bear

we mark you absent turn our gaze inward as climbers must i tell no one that i knew

yet we pray for sight of your hurricane lamp high and swinging in blurred distance till no one feels the wind, the cold

Posted By david On 01.06.2013 @ 8:27 am

i open my eyes to your body, feathered like a hawk

we walk the shimmering beach i lay on fine sand and fall asleep

i dream of an old man standing in azure water opening his chest

releasing a female hawk she flies up to the sun you kiss me

i feel your feathers brush my burnt skin you sing into my ear

a song i knew as a child when my chest bloomed flowers and the sky grew dark with hawks

Posted By david On 01.05.2013 @ 9:30 pm

a barrel is something made of wood usually and hold liquids mostly from what i know. beer or water or maybe some whisky. there was a barrel in the hobbit book that they had hid inside but for some reason that part wasnt in the movie

Posted By david On 01.02.2013 @ 12:51 am

I went to see a show once, a circus. The lions looked thin and sick, but nobody said anything. Afterwards, my father offered to buy me some ice-cream but I said no. I didn’t feel hungry.

Posted By David On 12.28.2012 @ 3:43 am

things are changing everyting falls like leaves the sunsets are pink now, orange around the edges, smell of flowers and meadows and things.

Posted By david On 12.21.2012 @ 12:04 am

william turner marches scuffing shoe leather in the clover sucked cheeks, hat askew the day has loosened its tie and now is a ribbon of waterbirds drifting high above the easel where pulsing colour fires off the silver web of william’s neurons

instinctively he feels the lux drop from thirty thousand to eight hundred his dilated iris yawning like charybdis swallowing light to throw upon the canvas

the birds depart clover melts to olive the inward rush of air makes him nestle his neck into his collar as the hand which is his horse pushes the light, releasing the angels high into the night air above the field where william turner has seized the pink sky

Posted By david On 12.11.2012 @ 6:51 pm

she ties her hair loosely slips on the apron with pale pink stripes waxing under a sunshower of paint

the morning light shows her cheekbones brightens the stacked paper under her long hand she leans on it, splayed like a pianist finding an edge with a steel rule tearing quickly with her right hand a pile of curled strips beside her she works never glancing away drinks tea from a tea cup without looking until the manuscript leaves are done.

I look at the birds nest of curled white at the end of the long-table tangled whites of bent light bobbing like fronds in a breeze that crosses the room she stands to stretch and I take in her movement

she returns to the studio floor kneeling, working across the manuscript cover kneading glue into cloth long fingers alive in the task feeling warp, weft in her body

she stands, sips hot tea the porcelain rim soft on her lip the back to the saucer nestled under the cluster of jars stuffed with brushes, paints, hand tools and turpentine

Posted By david On 12.07.2012 @ 7:51 pm

white. white is simple. i like simple. it’s easier, and everything in life is already so difficult. but people just tend to make it always harder for everyone around them. i like it simple, im not a simple person, but i can make it easy for you, if you make it easy for me. life is hard, so it has to be simple.

Posted By David On 12.06.2012 @ 3:31 am

two zebra finches rapid flash wing-flutter halo’d across sight lines drowsy branches lapse into morning haze he sings to Her he sings of the morning he sings of the branches, the tree linear perfection in all things a beauty too bright to remain unsung soul affirming the sole truth, the kernel

each zebra finch basks in the stillness of the other their downy nest gathered together on warm days carrying tufts of horse hair blown in the round-yard duckling feathers from the safe bank of the soak-dam redgum twigs still green where the children play

one hundred songs of rich brown writ upon each body chocolate, coffee, cinnamon and spice tan, tawny, bay, and stone Hazel clay, cocoa wood, rusted kiln-fired lovers wake together, bathe together dream together, bodies touching delicate trustees in the cosmos of their garden where there was no fall is no winter

Posted By david On 12.05.2012 @ 7:17 pm