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ReckonerDeep Crimson light washing over my face, the sting of myrrh and tobacco in my nostrils. And amidst the sultry sounds of evening I hearReckoner
Your Voice
My Reckoner, calling for judgment at last, one whose gaze pierces
the veil of lies that even now surrounds me. Gliding through my open window as a shade on a gentle breath of air mouth


FidelityHe would be tall, with dark hair and pale skin to contrast, he would be at home in the city, he would wear a black tailored suit every day of the week, but for Saturday night when he would step out in tight blue jeans and a well-worn sweater. He would smell of English lavender and and Swisher Sweets, it would be an aura of mystery, he would have a subtle incense of bergamot and myrrh surrounding him. He would be slender and lean, he would play the piano, he would drink his coffee black, and he would wear his hair long. He would be holding my waist, pressing my body close to his as we dance to the sound of nineteen-thirties jazz floating throuFidelity


Route 460I am in the back-left seat of the car. It is an aged, black, twelve seater van. The sky is a bright and clear blue, and it is midday, or perhaps an hour or two past; there are few clouds. I am laying down, my face pointing towards the sky. I can hear music. I see a sign for a town pass by, a nameless ville or burg lost amongst the endless interstate highways that criss-cross the countryside. I am wondering about the lives of the people living beyond the confines of my vehicle. I am wondering what they think about before they go to sleep, what they dream. I am wishing they would think about me as I pass them by, I am wondering if they have eveRoute 460


WingsongWatch the hawk carve geometry in the sky, as it always has.Wingsong
Wish on every star, every candle, every 11:11 for a pair of wings.
Of course, they'll never come. But sometimes it's enough just to know that flight is possible.
In the chasm of the night, wolfsong sweeps across the snow. It's the sound of a wish in an alien tongue.
The language doesn't need to be understood. Tonight, it's enough just to feel the song.
L I V I N G was always some unattainable abstract. There's only ever been J U S T B R E A T H I N G. But in this winter spent drinking the cold away,
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In the church, lying in their blood, he kissed her cold dead lips. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing.
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to be the nothing that i was.....
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In the church, lying in their blood, he kissed her cold dead lips. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing.
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I'll do the same.
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I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name....
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"It's breaking up and getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say" - British Sea Power
I Miss You, I Really Truly Do ... No Ones Managed To Love Me Like You </3
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Keep on making the beautiful pictures.
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In the church, lying in their blood, he kissed her cold dead lips. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing.
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My photography:
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"It's breaking up and getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say" - British Sea Power
I Miss You, I Really Truly Do ... No Ones Managed To Love Me Like You </3
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<3 LOVE YA <3
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"It's breaking up and getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say" - British Sea Power
I Miss You, I Really Truly Do ... No Ones Managed To Love Me Like You </3
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