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Nothing Everlasts

Today the moon's surface changed The craters reflected onto me And I bore its scars The lunar shade shadowed to blackness And I bore its paleness It shattered to fragments which encircled the earth And faded away with the stars and clouds, as the skies collapsed in ruin I could taste the pieces, I collected them and brought them to burial Nothing everlasts, I remember you wished for the moon to stay But it was the first to wither Just as the loathed night was left to linger I assumed the role of an executioner And sealed your fate through suffocation The oxygen esca

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Happy Little Puppy Autumn fell on this cool morning; the skies are clear, and the dawning sun is hinting of its coming from behind blueish concrete silhouettes. I awake and saddle up for another day, and exit the apartment for its lonesome wait. Across the street is where I'm headed, to a bus station that is meekly populated by three shadowy figures, all waiting for bus number 7, that passes near the campus, where I'll spend the day. The wait is unusually long. The other fellow finger-tapping clock-watchers exchange quick looks at each other. Then comes a dog, a puppy, to be exact. Brown thin coa Happy Little Puppy
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Look Down NowLook down now over the valley, how the light falls Right through holes in the clouds. Listen to the drops Hitting the windshield; the windows are open a bit, to Let the rain in inside our pickup truck.
Look down at the other cars around us Wonder where they're heading. They're Cold. They're gloved inside their mobile Compartments. Scarfed beneath the max Setting of their faithful, ardent, devouted Heating. It's aimed at their feet as well.

Don't look down upon them now, strangers on the highway Blinded by the setting sun, mesmerized by the dawning Starscape Look Down Now
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MiceThere are three of us, anonymous little children; we do not speak And never make a sound. Like mice in the crevasses, we squeak. “Fucking little freaks” said the man; “get a shower, you reek!” And the other one threw a kick. Quick, to shelter.
But there is no shelter. And there is no shelter in the Shelter. Where honest men don't hunt us, the cold will get us. And where The cold is absent, hunger strikes and disease soon follows. So Our hollow eyes are left to watch each other fading sick, with Our yellow eyes and bleeding lungs. We did not dissent, we did Not rebe Mice
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Zero Degrees OutsideI. Walk in the room with the melting light; deep in the sun- And the portraits on the wall, of lilacs and lakes hitherto hung still, Begin to ferment and boil in Celsius innumerable.
Two. Canvases, of crevasses and unfolding valleys yield and give in- And drown in a flood when the door is opened as I exited, All life therein, asphyxiated.
Three. Men overlooking, peering; observing, taking notes- And the suits suit them well; tailored and lavishly flavoured, They leave and turn off the lights. Zero Degrees Outside
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Updatorial of a confession.

Thu Oct 22, 2009, 3:19 PM

These are busy times, but I divulge this:

How often do "fantasies" come true? I've been in this apartment for a month now, and yesterday I have slept with my roommate after she had confessed to me she had a crash on me from the moment I came to the apartment. It isn't my fantasy, I respected her as a friend and roommate, but it is considered a fantasy in general. It is not my fantasy - but it is fantastic: she is incredibly cute, smart, witty, and we get along more than fine.

The fuck up is that the reason she told me she had a crash on me is because she's leaving to the U.S., for a whole year. So this bond is broken now before it had materialized into something concrete. It saddens me, because it also gives hope and encouragement. It's annoying because it'll be a while, if it all, that I would meet someone like that again. And who knows what would happen in a year's time?

No good came out of it. The sex, although wow'ish, was also dull and coloured black with pessimism.

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Current Residence: Israel
Interests: Writing, Playing drums, Studying? Scuba-diving
Favourite band or musician: Tool, Paradise Lost, Dark Tranquillity
Operating System: Linux
Tools of the Trade: Hammer and nails

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~bwerb Nov 15, 2009, 2:42:31 PM

Thanks for the favorite!

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The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
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*PondDreamer Nov 8, 2009, 11:47:51 PM

Thank you very much for the fave!

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"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."

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