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washoutthe sun was swallowed again by the river’s long, rippling tongue. the moon snaked up the sky & tangled itself in a net of tree boughs, its despondent face peering down as i trip upon my feet, thinking maybe i drank too much again.washout
i’m stumbling towards your house like it’s some nasty habit, or like i’m floating through a fever dream & the colors of passing houses, hedges just bleed into the night & i can’t seem to focus. if this was a shitty horror movie the theatre would be abuzz with “go back, just turn around, don’t do it
by ~gypsyeyelash
eulogy for a friend...eulogy for a friend who’s not yet deadeulogy for a friend...
it’s been two years since your frantic call,
you’d grown so gaunt your heart’s
frenzied thump now rattled your chest. by then
the refuse of amphetamines settled in your veins
like the PCBs clogging the river in our hometown,
choking the birds & suffocating fish.
as children we played a game in your basement, the victim face up, rigid, others chanting ,
by ~gypsyeyelash
poison estatepurple veins already spider-webbed upon the bagspoison estate
beneath your eyes when you boxed your possessions
- thrift shop clothes & some old canvasses - to move
to the house decaying by the railroad tracks.
when we visited you were pale but pleased. you showed us your room painted blue. not sky blue, but blue like a bruise, sickly blue-black with that gangrene tinge.
your boyfriend & three others lived with you officially, plus passing-through squatters, mohawked or with guitars, putting on crust punk basement shows you didn’t mind, even if you had to wake up at fi
by ~gypsyeyelash
harvestsummer barely clings to the surface now, lingering within our freckles & scabs,harvest
the autumn chill has alchemized the countryside we drive through, golden cornstalks suffering the wind’s agitation a final time before the plow reaps upon their rustling corpses.
a farmer’s crackled face frowns at the cloudless sky as the car rumbles past a lifeless bird, its body splattered across the road, like an art project colored outside the lines, a broken wing jutting up as a grotesque salutation.
this whole earth is dying, &
by ~gypsyeyelash
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- Current Residence: a very mediocre town in the middle of corporate america
- Interests: sneering, old typewriters, bum wine, crocheting, insomnia, human motivation
- Favourite movie: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, annie hall, pulp fiction
- Favourite band or musician: ...elliott smith, wilco, radiohead, fiona apple, sonic youth & hundreds more. music is my thing.
- Favourite genre of music: indie, post-rock, noise rock, folk
- Favourite artist: salvador dali, van gogh, edward hopper, magritte
- Favourite poet or writer: ginsberg, parker, joyce, chekov, salinger, vonnegut, palanhiuk, diprima, fitzgerald, burroughs, etc
- Favourite style of art: frenzied.
- Operating System: half of my old shitty computer put into another old shitty computer=SUPER COMPUTER!!!
- MP3 player of choice: i splurged & bought an 80 gig ipod that is my lifeline, more or less
- Shell of choice: aloofness.
- Skin of choice: pale.
- Favourite game: anything i can cheat at
- Favourite gaming platform: snes, because after that i'm not very good
- Favourite cartoon character: hobbes
- Personal Quote: "...wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment" -dorothy parker
- Tools of the Trade: nostalgia for an unorthodox childhood, peculiar synapses misfiring
- AIM: camesawnconquerd
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