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Blocks more to go. Walking down the town lane, grey and military murk colored earth that rose like carpet to a flea: carpeted concrete into the horizon and mud washed buildings providing blinders, sight focused within the escapable city. Not truly a city, a whirl of a town. Inhabitants share a character stare, straight-forward and focused, quick to escape to nowhere: keystone trait of this town.Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.26.2010 @ 12:56 pm
Castaway, I can only see light. Dense, whole and full but to what meaning shall be attached is not is clear as its breaking beams. I do not see whelming beauty. I do not see paradise nor do I see a guiding source.
Nothing will lead a soul better than pulsing impulse.
mmm.. cheese :)Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.19.2010 @ 5:04 pm
You propel yourself forward, into the depths where the waves can still be felt but from deep within, so deep to throw discrepancy into your balance and vision. You see what lies before you in your navy heaven. A castle as seen from above, an angular array of shard surrounding the cylinder. You bring your legs together, slow but powerful to bring forth powerful push. It is too dim to make out much detail of this beaut, remnants of some civilization that seem to be stabilized inside of this black hole inside the ocean.Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.18.2010 @ 8:55 pm
Potato shards, unlike decides that toil and tumble by the directed force of shiny steel blades. Lacerating, sending the organic material whirling into the atmosphere. The air is around us and it touches every part of us. The air that caresses your very eyes is a medium to which the potato will use to travel, deep, deep, deep within your puny sockets, your brittle skull. Let it reside. Let it reside deep. Let it travel within you and become a part of you so that we can butter you up. Buttery slathered into the middle of the steel frying pan. Baby you smell delicious. Baby you taste superb. Baby you fill my empty stomach.
(Oops, I may have gone about a minute overtime)Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.16.2010 @ 11:48 am
Gingery curls upon the porcelain skull, a shmaster awaited on my tempered satin sheets. It was ready and it would accept and adapt to anything, adept to the surrounding environment, regardless of its debts. Peace could be brought into the lives in every individual.. in such a fresh way….
LMAO!Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.13.2010 @ 5:50 am
Grabbed her coat as she headed out the door. The funny thing about rituals is the sheer magic they create of bringing a little drama to your life that others may also feel. The chill of the New Year also brought a chilly breeze of apocalyptic thought.Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 01.01.2010 @ 8:28 pm
I was just sitting around with some of the guys up at the office, boxing some old files. What we had thought to be an empty box actually turned out holding a dog head inside of it. Peculiar, the natural spectacles of the once living creature had been removed. Looking back on it now, as I am sitting at the dinner table across from my wife and daughters, I can see BRAINZ tumbling from the eyeslits. I can almost picture my family eating their sweet potato fries, their own BRAINZ tumbling from their sockets, unto their plates. It’s hard to imagine why I have returned to this land. Happy Boxing Day indeedPosted By xanithxculsha48 On 03.30.2010 @ 7:51 pm