

:Untitled:I’m sitting here typing, trying to write something in the form of a letter, or poem, or song. Something in the form of feelings—Something resembling truth—It’s not the truth I’m worried about, I have perfected the art of forming ink into meanings that line these pages and yes, this is truth. But feelings are a different story. See, just last week I put theses feelings I found in a jar—I cut off all oxygen and let them die slowly and turn greenish blue—you know the color of your eyes when you stare too closely at the ocean, as if you knew everything it had to offer. But I’m getting better. You see just yesterda:Untitled:


Untitled“It’s impossible to mean just what I say.” I met this guy once; his hair was matted in coils like snakes around his face. They seemed to hiss with the blowing of the wind, and darkness traced rings around his eyes. I don’t think he slept much, and when he did it never came in the form of that natural peaceful sleep we all dream of , but instead a drug induced coma, the kind that comes after a long day and all you want to do is close your eyes but your brain just won’t fucking shut off. He sucked in smoke like it was air needed for breathing, living and blew it out in a way that gave him some kind oUntitled
by $fangedfem
by *sivet-christophe
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"The eye thats see's can not see it's self"
Thank you for the fav.
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tell it to the man who cannot shine.
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"The eye thats see's can not see it's self"
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tell it to the man who cannot shine.
and sorry for the delayed response
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Gallery -- [link]
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"The eye thats see's can not see it's self"
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'Our passions have springs that we are utterly unacquainted with...'
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Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?
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"The eye thats see's can not see it's self"
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