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The Dirt-Girl of Slum-CityI see her standing there, caught in the drilling incandescence of a broken streetlight. Her fibre-optic hair sparkles through the grit, and she looks awkward and alone, the subtle curves of her body drowned beneath a loose vest and a baggy combat shirt. Her skin is pale like dead fish. She is the dirt-girl of slum-city. My sprawl-madonna. A silent drop of sullen perfection that drifts like a bad cell through the veins of the city. She has hardware behind her ear, but you can't see it until she lifts her hair back to slide in another datacable. And she can handle a deck. All her grace is in the ether. In cyberspace, I've watched her open her wThe Dirt-Girl of Slum-City
by ~semper-fidelis
Buried AliveCats and dogs Like collars and chains Mum and dad are Much the same I saw One of the flock Engage in sin Put men in the stockBuried Alive
It is unholy It is unnatural
Birds and bees A very dark secret You and I like To repeat it They show Virgin white snow Crawling with worms Perversion to go
It is unhealthy It is unnatural Buried alive in every corner Every mind Society makes us sick Dysfunction makes us human Adapt or die Our time-honoured Darwinian fetish
It is unh
by ~semper-fidelis
EsophoricFire and water Both flow just the same Inside myself I find A friend I thought I'd lost Beside me You lay yourself beside me Your touch feels so distant You feel so distant nowEsophoric
I'm tangled in this I'm caught up in it I'm drowning in this pool There is nothing on the surface I see nothing there
You caught me with it You brought me here Immolated in this space There is nothing but the skin You'll have nothing of it
I'm rising higher now It's growing darker Why aren't we both the same?
Deeper i
by ~semper-fidelis
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An Ode To Semper FidelisOde to Semper FidelisAn Ode To Semper Fidelis
let me tell you about a boy with the most perfect smile i have ever seen
He is a boy who wraps himself in fairytales to keep himself warm
(just like I do
on damp days when its cold and its hard to stop shaking)
but he finds it hard to fight off the bitter reality of life
because the world is holding his fists too tightly
and there is a girl
but she doesn't seem to notice the ache in his chest or the way his soft hair
is covering eyes that are not smiling
(because she is too
by ~Cornflakegirly
A message to a fallen foolA Message to a fallen foolA message to a fallen fool
I'm waiting on the end of a ringing telephone to hear your voice one more time
(but nobody is answering and I have to remind myself
that all that is left of my BMX boy is a bicycle hanging on a wall)
(at least they believe you now when you tell them you are the king)
I am counting up my broken fingernails to ease some of this pain
I am watching endless hours of comedy TV programmes so I remember
how to smile
I am fighting with the boy who I am suppo
by ~Cornflakegirly
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- Current Residence: The Back-end of Forever
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for everythings that random...Why me .... why do i have the properties of making computers act weird and break
I don't think I've ever heard someone else use the word schema
Well, I'm off to go check out your gallery
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yay for piercings
~marked-lovers
Anyway, thanks for swinging by, enjoy my "work".
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that's why I've resolved (with some help from comments like yours) to dedicate my precious signature space to advertising the kind of Da artists who DON'T get a helluva lot of comments and really SHOULD. Better than jumping on the anime-festooned bandwagon and squeeing over the same ten lionized people.
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