oysters and chocolate
but a lot of hard work went into the book on behalf of the editors, who also run the website oystersandchocolate.com, so i wanted to let everyone know about them, too!
first draft winter poemclouds the colour of smoke roll in.first draft winter poem
we run home, drunkenly, slipping on black ice,
tumbling headlong into knee-deep
drifts of snow.
my face has long gone numb, and i wonder how far we've travelled.
there are dark houses peering back at us, windows, still, like closed eyes. i press my face to a fogged pane of glass and try to see through drawn curtains. try to part them with my thoughts.
i taste blood in the back of my mouth where a wisdom tooth has split my gums.
the air smells vaguely of snow and we
| the world is beautiful, and i am in it. |
xo!
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one half of ~ZombiesAteUs
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don't know what i'd do without it, without this love that we calls ours... beyond here lies nothin, nothin but the moon and the stars. -bob dylan
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[x] <-- Nail here for a new Monitor, please.
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In a world where you can be anyone, or anything - be yourself.
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i would bleed for lestat
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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i would bleed for lestat
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i would bleed for lestat
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