sky-star.

chapstick.Encased in smooth plastic, Taken out when she needs reparation. Atherapy for tired lips, Re-used and re-abused.chapstick.
I dance over jagged terrain: Nervous bitemarks and finger bruises. Re-used and re-abused.
Remembered when she needs to be amused. Re-used and re-abused.


liberation.“Let’s get out of here.” October made its final stand, teasing us with warm air and clear skies. The summer swan song kissed our faces and pulled us from the sad and stunting high school hallway confines.liberation.
“Are you ready?” Yes, I am. Scant and scattered cirrus clouds call me to my feet to break loose.
“Let’s go.” The tearing apart of those metal doors was a revolution. They shut again behind us, sealing in the school’s sorry prisoners.
“Keep it up; don’t slow down!” We scrambled up and over the hill, leaving a path of disheveled autumn sheddings.&nb


vagabond ecstasy.Racing Across backroads without pacing Continuous consumption of pavement. Heading for unidentified destinations Echoing across teenage imaginations Longing for such a simple release. Losing all un-wanting control while Eating highway in starving style.vagabond ecstasy.
Pulsing Over white guidelines, full, we sing Loud and obnoxious Skating over asphalt barely Kissing the ground. Rarely Yielding for any but vagabond ecstasy.
add me?
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There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass. -- Charles Bukowski
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<-- emily
"you be the active ingredient, and i'll be the inert material. together we'll make a drug called love."
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There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass. -- Charles Bukowski
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