Like CactiTonight, the skies are cloud free and the wind sleeps to a 95 degree baked earth. She waits in a faded paisley bikini – once fire hydrant red – next to a man who can never lay still. She says, you never know when it may rain. Out here in the desert, the cacti wait. I’d like very much to have their patience.Like Cacti
And she stays wi
songs about slumberI.songs about slumber
our city is a bed
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a man tries to straighten the wrinkled sheet of road – gives up, sits down, pans the street for change
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the apartment building thrusts, phallic,
making love to an empty sky. a burst of pigeons coo shut up shut up
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a boy tries to fall asleep. his nightlight
is a myth that burns out once a day
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the girl walks off her roof
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our city is not a mattress
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by £deviantWEAR
by ~MindTuber
Bye {edit: Now with more Flickr!}
Love
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I STARTED GENDERBENDING AGAIN. HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE. {8
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Are you sure what side of the glass you are on? See the safety of the life you have built.
New Oekaki now!
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Are you sure what side of the glass you are on? See the safety of the life you have built.
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my art account: ~despondentsoul
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not a wolf artist.
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Es gibt kein Heilmittel für chemisch erhöhte Dummheit.
There is no cure for chemically enhanced Stupidity.
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Commissions: [link]
If memory serves I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
She says she's no good with words, but I'm worse.
I love you but I love my words more than you ever could.
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Commissions: [link]
If memory serves I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
She says she's no good with words, but I'm worse.
I love you but I love my words more than you ever could.
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Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not a wolf artist.
Icon created by the one and only badass, ~Raffle
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