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STEU
originally #2 was going to be about nudity, but in the middle of working on that, HS got me musing on the appropriateness of the phrase, “shut the eff up,” which we will affectionately from this point forward refer to as STEU. so, during which moments in our lives–or in what conditions and situations of…
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the beautiful wounds
there are battles everyday, small medium and large, that can stain, bruise, cut and scar our skin, memories, hands and hearts; some of these are more lasting, while others less inclined to be so insistent, less likely to remain after the battle has long ended. i care less for these less stubborn scars, these fast…
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When Did I Forget Eden
It used to be so simple. I used to see it B&W. Love, and keep loving. Make it a daily choice. Sometimes I would border on utter stupidity, absurd blindness and ridiculous doormat-ism. Twisted loyalty and obsessive devotion, perhaps. But then the pendulum started swinging and I went a little too far back behind walls…
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Fire Blossoms
for Daisy Life glitters before her like gold, true, While around these messy patterns and haphazard days is a chrysalis of silken Promises, cocooning her, keeping her; It is creation’s lullaby and awakening. His voice is in the wind, the daring noon Sky, and the resting twilight; He whispers secrets into the pathways of her…
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A Peculiar Cloud
the way I hold sorrow nowadays is released in songs and quietness; it’s edged with exhaustion and undercurrented with peace it’s a peculiar silver-lined cloud i’ve not preferred the loud wails and epic thunder- storms, hurricanes, floods for quite some time now, prefer a more moderate climate to weather these worries and woes don’t let…
SMASHED SAINT 