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my mirror started speaking when I wiped the fog of freshness from its face "stop, don't wipe me you're hideous", it said, "I likened you so well before you turned to wrinkles and lines I blessed you for your smoothness that made my job so nice, now your features fear me and I can never paint enough to capture all the time that's travelled across you face -you are history- and I can't reflect the beauty in that, so I ask you to forgive that I make you hideous with my stumbling lines and crooked wrinkles for you are stunning even me" I let the fog gather on the window to his grace and thanked him for his kindnes

In memory of Carl Linnaeus, or Weeds 'We're not meant to walk on grass' the wild one told me as our feet threaded paths of fire through the green 'gravel is there to be walked on it's minute enough for those like us not to bleed as our soles are jostled 'these leaves are wrong, the shade, the shape we can not call them by their names, as their names are not their own but shared among their betters 'If Mag Mell was planted with pains of hell these are the ones that would blossom' the wild one said with silence that I was stronger than them all you need no name to walk among us but you will never need to stop for you staying pa

blue shirt a hundred percent cotton, the label declares and I can see the looks I'm getting, they're almost glares yes, it's plaid, I want to stand up and state with little pink lines that don't look straight it's over twenty years old, older than me so, really, the number of holes are expected to be and I know it's ugly, I'm not that blind but clashes of colour isn't something I mind I love this shirt, it's comfy and warm and it's better than armour to save me from harm so while it may not be of the latest fads it's of something better, it's one of my dad's a hundred percent cotton and ugly as shit with treasures and joys and m

The City the asphalt asphyxiates us the buildings bind us the crowds cut us the dirt drains us the eloquence evades us the fumes fuck us the gentle galls us the hope hinders us the illegal ignites us the jobs jail us the killers kiss us the lover leaves us the murderers mystify us the nobodies numb us the order owns us the poor penetrate us the qualms quiets us the rich rape us the sidewalks sickens us the threats thrill us the ugly undress us the voyeurs vitalize us the wonders wastes us the xenophobia isolates us the yielding yearns us the zealous zaps us all around us the city withers amid mad and crazy titters

Dear Insanity, I missed you today, I felt so sane I couldn't fly away. I had to see the world and interact. I had to deal with people and things I couldn't get away without my wings so they ate me, I was the main course meal. You betrayed me today, Insanity.

Void of expression, out of control; Can't stear the pain, I'm going down a hole. Can't fight the feeling, lost in my mind, My heart drew a blank, and I came out fine. Void of expression, out of control. Is it a bad thing on the whole? Pain is a weakness that can't fight the world, Pain is a cataclyst that is just a word. Pain is what I feel when I look at you, Pain is what you bring when it comes to us two. Void of expression, out of control; Take a sip from etenity's bowl. Pain is nothing and all just the same, Eternity never gave a fuck that you came, I gave a shit and you told me to go, I never forgave you, but never let it