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___martinikiss @ 2007-06-14T14:04:00

2007-06-14T18:14:51Z

Your hair reminds me of a time when were we once were
Your fingernails that marked my back now rot in earth
The sheets we slept in blew away, and now the storm is over
The taste of you inside my mouth remains, but still I'm hearing

There's no love, everybody's crying
There's no truth, everyone's misguided

And now the end is here!
There's no more pills to swallow
The bitter taste I feel, won't lead me to tomorrow

Your scent reminds me of a place we used to go
The kisses placed upon my neck show signs of, no return!
The bed we fucked in, smells the same, and now the the stench is fading
The taste of you inside my mouth remains

___martinikiss @ 2007-05-19T11:42:00

2007-05-19T15:46:45Z

i'm sorry
i don't mean to remember
it's true that I dream less often
i'm not ashamed
of that long December
your hand's coming down again

___martinikiss @ 2007-01-31T17:38:00

2007-01-31T22:38:50Z

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection' but the more I turn my face from the crowd the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself, a knife of relief, from all the petty insight and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night. Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover. study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game surveilence of this language as the plague. the dimension of persistence condemns. This portrait of karma, crafted in accident text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts and so we ran, like the wolves were biting, the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming "scratch my back and I will stab you in yours" so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own. just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you. but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code, weary of this hallway lined with ghosts. just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands. The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress deductively speaking, the polar of progress well maybe I put too much faith in the accident entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones, let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.

circle takes the square.

___martinikiss @ 2006-05-21T17:29:00

2006-05-21T21:27:13Z

You scored as Art. You should be an Art major! How bohemian!

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Art

83%

Journalism

75%

English

67%

Theater

58%

Engineering

50%

Sociology

42%

Philosophy

42%

Linguistics

42%

Dance

42%

Chemistry

33%

Biology

33%

Anthropology

25%

Psychology

25%

Mathematics

25%

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___martinikiss @ 2006-04-14T16:35:00

2006-04-14T20:36:04Z

No more anything

2006-03-11T19:18:30Z

nope, literally everything is gone.
but one thing is back.
i started smoking again.

___martinikiss @ 2005-07-12T13:02:00

2005-07-12T17:02:52Z

my boyfriend straightens the back of my hair for me.
he just = love

___martinikiss @ 2005-07-11T22:39:00

2005-07-12T02:40:34Z

father, i've sinned
over and over and over again.

i'm sorry, my friends.
i'm such a mess, i'm doing the best i can.

___martinikiss @ 2005-05-25T17:54:00

2005-05-25T22:01:07Z

Hello JELLO.

+ I have new pictures from my canon.

+ First time i'm worked with black and white film on a regular camera.

+ Give them a second to load.

+Enjoy.