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See, There See, there, how the sun dances with her?See, There by ~xDragonFangx
How she smiles a big hello to the world?
A hello that is lost in the chatter, but
She doesn't know it. It's all relative.
In her mind she's a princess.
She grows taller, more stout, more
Ugly. Never before did she realize
Her vulnerability. It's an awkward
Stage and she feels out of place.
O, the horror that plagues her mind:
I feel so stocky – Do these make me
Look fat? – Maybe I should trim…
But, these thoughts become just another
Layer lost in time. She has become
More solid, more rooted, more
Graceful. Her figu
Oxidation Let us lay in the SunOxidation by ~xDragonFangx
browning as we oxidize
And maybe before we get fried
our meat will sweeten
for the Wolves
It'll be a slow and painful death
but then maybe Mother will forgive
us for the rest
Though I know Father will be relentless
until our stench perfumes the ozone
and defines what is air
And it's okay because our Redemption
is our Destruction and
our Destruction breeds Creation
So Nature will get the notion
that it can be greedy too
Things that can't be seen
will eat us from the inside
and chunks and bits
will be taken by and by
In the beak of the Scavenger
Or the whipping of the Weather
We'll once again
Mi Papi He comes home with fingersMi Papi by ~xDragonFangx
black from reaching into open bodies,
the grease kissing his skin.
A smile unveils itself from behind
a prickly forest, once his tired eyes
find us in waiting. There are
prickly smooches and prickly hugs.
Dinner is no quick TV dinner,
but a feast, no matter how simple.
The earthy smell of lentils, rice
and carrots steaming, aromas wafting,
crawling up our noses…
A simple dish, but his plate is a masterpiece.
Nobody eats better than me, he says with
a full-belly sigh. Traces of olive oil
gleam from his fingers.
Hours grow darker and the
couch welcomes his weight. Ah,
s
A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees In the fuzzy blackness of sleep, red suddenly colored my vision, prying my eyes wide open, but only to have them shut tight at the sting of morning’s bright light. The desert sun was peeking through the blinds, making patterns across the blankets – and my scrunched up face. I opened my eyes again to see an uninhabited RV, realized that I had overslept, and rushed clumsily about the cluttered vehicle to get ready to join my family outside.A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees by ~xDragonFangx
I swung open the screen door and inhaled the dry heat, fresh and sharp in my nose, transitioning my senses from the stuffy interior of the RV. The land was barren before me
Sta.sh
Shame 
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
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"I wonder if it's possible to have a love affair that lasts forever." -andy warhol
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
it's a moose!
HI!
lawl
Anyway, this is Sissy. :3