Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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we wake up every morning and train to jump into the sun
endless liquid crystal prayerwheels spun and shining all day long in the dead city
Mr. Lunch liked to chase birds. In fact, he was a professional.
You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever.
That Thursday the Universe was curved in the morning and was flat again by afternoon
The shadow is going away. You can breathe again. The past is closed.
All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved
Upjump the Devil
context collapse
also: younger than the sun
his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that
Dreams become stronger when desire sits at the edge of your bed
It feels like fingernails across the moon. Or do you rub your wings together?
Tell me how you want to die, and I'll tell you who you are
IX. The Necessity of Bricks
I miss those monsters dearly, compared to what haunts me now.
If you watch the sunset everyday, you will live forever
For one moment, it is more important to take in the spectacular than to worry about the pressing business of staying alive.
October 5, 2015
like coming up for air
everyone has some burden they carry
Pain and survival
Old Man and The Boy
Tell Me a Story; the Catbox Story Archive
We all float down here
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