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i always know which way's east
it's when you're close i get lost

i say 'eh' to standard beauty
like i say 'eh' to standard oil

gonna slip on my pair
of wandering shoes

there's no sound i know
like the sound of crashing cars

gotta die to be a saint
please give it a shot

she's got a single dimple
above her secret smile

when skateboarding, be careful
gravity is strongest at night

the pills
are bitter

what is is about flight?  zak asks
i don't tell him i prefer wine

the river to rain
and sleep to walking.
©2006-2009 ~skydream
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hmmm. kind of hard to understand. what is it about?

"i always know which way's east
it's when you're close i get lost
...
she's got a single dimple
above her secret smile" <- those lines are so pretty. they deserve to be used again in something a bit more understandable.

but it's not my understanding that's important. it's that you get to express yourself, which you've apparently done :D

well well. this was kinda weird XD

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hmmm. kind of hard to understand. what is it about?

"i always know which way's east
it's when you're close i get lost
...
she's got a single dimple
above her secret smile" <- those lines are so pretty. they deserve to be used again in something a bit more understandable.

but it's not my understanding that's important. it's that you get to express yourself, which you've apparently done :D

well well. this was kinda weird XD

--
my gallery! please check it, haven't had all to many visistors!
[link]
hee hee, secret smile.
love love love.
I'm going to call you RIGHT NOW!

ps. will you read this to me?

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The mornings were reserved for sleeping.
The early afternoons for breakfast.
The late afternoons for the street.
The evenings for the stomach.
The nights for love.
what is it about??

i have a tendency to be a little cryptic. i think i have a tendency to stay a little cryptic. but if you think there's a story, there's no story...just a collection of images, feelings and words. it might make sense, in it's entirety, to one person out there, and she's very far away in the east. it is in fact not your understanding that i want, no. it's your feeling. expressing myself doesn't mean anything if, reader, YOU aren't affected ^_^

or maybe it's just my mental vomitting. maybe i've been writing a phrase that comes to mind, something that seems peticularly important, and leaving it at that. maybe they're still all about her ^_^

i appreciate your comment lots. there's a lot of words out there. indeed, there are.

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leete latu polito ulos a'riolos baru n'tori
aesthetics let loose. I love it

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but, mainly, Stay Classy
^_^

thank you.

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leete latu polito ulos a'riolos baru n'tori

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