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hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Where the devil are my trousers?
If you're afraid of the dark remember the night rainbow
February 6, 2011
The Disappearance of James Phillimore
Live in your world. Die in mine.
Always Find Me in the Kitchen at Parties
her eyes were brimming with souls
You are spinning with the stars and I take your hand across miles
You taste like salt and sunshine
Tom Waits
A story about Mia and stars
cigarettes and coffee
So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot
Life's a beach (a fish story)
endless liquid crystal prayerwheels spun and shining all day long in the dead city
the smell of rain pressed up tight against a cricket-song
hung the stars and the moon
They say the smog is the reason we have such beautiful sunsets
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
English Armada
A raindrop of a human
I want the air through my hair as I swing to the clouds.
Look, the stars are falling down
It will be a hot day and these two ice cubes. We will melt, become one.
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