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Torment| I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A WAR OF HEAD VERSUS HEART. my name is sami. i am a rockstar-sophisticate, composed of quivering papercut fingers calloused with gardening and stained with ink and typewriter keys, hourglassed by lean shoulders and protruding hips and scalloped ribs, curling bones and open kiss of bellybutton. i have more paper than i do sanity. my eyes are a few shades darker than my messy hair, a near-black, smoldering corkchar, rimmed with inky eyeliner and some neon shade of shadow. i’m a painter, photographer, a writer, graffiti artist, poet, renegade and romantic – one of those people who can stop certain moments, color them with a tiny word and bring your rigid heart to your knees (shit, didn’t even know it had knees, did you? i’ll sprinkle it with pepper and feed it to you in the face of a hunger you never knew you had). i’m the one sitting in the corner at a slow rolling boil drinking ginger ale. i’m the broken teeth of hockey players and the grit under a street kid’s nails; i drop my cans and pick up my paintbrushes easily as a snake shedding skin. know this: nothing in life is free. i have the heart of a robot, asbestos-carved core, steel-wired circuitry and lackluster peeling gloss. people will shoot you down as soon as you try to stand up. i've been crucified, burned, beaten. and i always get back up on my feet. |
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gso - i give up.g
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this is how to make a god: you find something beautiful, imprison it in your mind, wrap it in fluttering, rag-edged scarves of memory, limn it with gold and place it on an alter... and you've deitified it.
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i'm going to cut my hair and hide beneath the false skins of animals clothe myself in your metaphors and hide in my grandmother's house and in my father's shadow and really now please don't tell me how the story ends, baby.
i don't know where i'm going anymore.
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i just ordered a good fourth of rise record's mailorder catalog
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fi am a crouched gargoyle wrapped in dark cloth, a lean sliver of compressed bone and flesh rendered in cathedral granite, quavering like an autumn leaf, eyes wide as october moons. my father looks me in the face and asks once for my forgiveness, and i give it to him with every last bit of energy in me, but i see nothing in his eyes.f
his face, though, is as tight with determination as any blue-collar dockman of new york.
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i think my mother is on some new kind of meds or something, i have no idea, 'cause today she asked me if i wanted to go to a glcc youth meeting down in ft. lauderdale. and i just kind
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etake me with you.e
if it all turns out just to be doomed love and unrequited limerence and false hope, i still want it. i want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where i am. i want to press you against building walls and bite your lips even as passerbys gawk and hiss between clenched teeth. even if there's pain and emptiness and stumbling broken curses, i still want it all. i'll take the hurt right alongside the spare happiness (there's so little love left in the world - even if whatever this... thing i'm feeling isn't and you don't in return, i can pretend it is).
i'll tell you another secret: i'm toug
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- Current Residence: south florida.
- Interests: painting, writing, singing, hxc dancing, sleeping, loving, breathing, living.
- Favourite genre of music: hardcore, techno, alt, psych, ambient, doom, indie acoustic.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod classic, turntable, CD player, cassette player and mixtapes.
- Personal Quote: "if you love and need the same person, you'll go insane."
- Tools of the Trade: wind, cigarette burns, broken hearts, and, on occasion, a pen, camera, tablet, or canvas.
- AIM: shrapnelserpent
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you were a sleeping lesson
for EVERY INSOMNIATIC EPISODE
i ever had. "abestosabestos," you whisper.
"i'm just a shadow of a person," i cry to you.
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you were a sleeping lesson
for EVERY INSOMNIATIC EPISODE
i ever had. "abestosabestos," you whisper.
"i'm just a shadow of a person," i cry to you.
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