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fingers… day 4 of Creeptober

I did more stop motion. But today I branched out into my fav type of stop motion... claymation. I have ALWAYS loved claymation. From Gumby to Plonsters to Mad Monster Party then on to the later stuff like Nightmare Before Christmas and Boxtrolls and such... Claymation is my.mother fucling jam. So, to actually make one...… Continue reading fingers… day 4 of Creeptober

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moves me to words

Why have I suddenly found this so difficult Doing the thing I think I do best Doing the thing I feel is my calling My soul's purpose Not writer's block But soul block Not the lack of things to say Not a lack of words to use But a lack of desire To beat the… Continue reading moves me to words

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How soon is now

How far is the distance between your fingertips and mine Interlocking laces reaching grabbing Weaving and intertwined like vines of thorns and flowers scented sweet The alchemy of mysterious gestures palmar grasp reflex Instinctual What is the average of your inhales and my exhales Terrible stretches of small eternities When you hold your breath It… Continue reading How soon is now

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Relativity

Time is relative Dialation of moments The differences between two perspectives Velocity and speed and... It's just different Heat is relative The rise and fall of it The way it makes us feel You know, it's the humidity that makes it feel hot? Shivering and sweating It's just different Flavour is relative A flavour in… Continue reading Relativity

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trying out new old things

So, I have strayed away from things again. I have been sucked in by the poetry demons (which I love) and I need to let go a little. Not completely. But if I want to get the damn book finished then I need to make some changes. There will be a bit of a return… Continue reading trying out new old things

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empire of sin

I fell in love on a cloudy day I had no choice I have to say Black hair and eyes, drop dead gorgeous God knows I should have been more cautious He was sweet and kind, so different from my ex Pretty soon it all became very complex Asking for my hand in marriage At… Continue reading empire of sin

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blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

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for you, if

Nothing is ever truly silent Blocking out sound I still hear the hum of my own ears The bell tolling vibration of damage done Is this the same as fear Once the source is removed Is the echo of fright still felt Thrumming in my moth wing heart Is this the same as hate Remove… Continue reading for you, if

bloggity blog, poetry

the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am