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Idoldont you know it wasnt about you you were only a vessel an icon leading to something else but you brought me through to elsewhere you gilded shining technicolored didnt matter that your proportions were all wrong your hair too perfectly curled eyes too rounded and lids too smooth you were my idol the face of god and i was foolish heathen to worship you so your cold, stone comforts warmed and lifelike only by the touch of my hands IIdol
was your painter I
gave your mar
by ~RAVERGIRLxHAMLET
by ~RAVERGIRLxHAMLET
Old Habitsold habits you you were my habit are you broken yet? oh i survived your cancer but i long for one last drag on your deathstick long to have my nerves soothed as my lungs are eaten inside out so peaceful to pull my death closer in your love-embraceOld Habits
by ~RAVERGIRLxHAMLET
Growing Wordsthit was before it was cool it was centuriesmillenialastweekago i could feel the earth in my hands and the air on my feet and you were not yet even a memory and iGrowing Words
was real was whole wild and untamed and oh i hungered i thirsted something grew from me and into me turning twisting in on itself to sprout a whole self these are growing words growing songs the world dies and sprouts dies and sprouts and we sing leaf songs you can feel them in your hair twistingturning they grow back into me
by ~RAVERGIRLxHAMLET
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by ~MattTheSamurai
the old man is snoringIt's raining its pouring my whole life is boring I lay in bed and pray I'm deadthe old man is snoring
So I won't have to work in the morning It's dark out and stormy this life does nothing for me If it was up to me the whole fucking sea Would rise right up through the flooring It's raining its pouring god's asleep and snoring Or just in my head or long gone dead And the sky's crying in mourning
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| I am - a raver lacking a place to rave, a singer without any gigs, a painter without canvas. BUT I have pencils, and unlined paper, notebooks filled with poetry and cheap doodles and a kickarse music collection. So... not doing too bad, I guess. College is crushing my soul, I'd rather be living in London and I will nerd out on you if you so much as MENTION Doctor Who. Ask anything else you wanna know - I might not answer but you'll never know if you don't try  |
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- Current Residence: your head
- Interests: firefirefire GLOWSTICKS fire
- Favourite genre of music: Techno. Happyhardcore. Trance. Drum'n'bass. Raver stuff. Jazz.
- Favourite poet or writer: Douglas Adams mayherestinpeace
- Favourite style of art: the kind that looks good
- Shell of choice: chocolate shell (yum!)
- Wallpaper of choice: the kind with the things on it.... you know... the stuff from the place....
- Skin of choice: mine
- Favourite game: haha YOU LOST!!!
- Favourite gaming platform: OOH! The raised kind. Like a stage or something
- Favourite cartoon character: some people say I'M like a cartoon...
- Personal Quote: excitement abounds!
- Tools of the Trade: camp fuel and lighters
- AIM: hamletravergirl
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