

A sea above groundJust orbs I see, Orbs of rubber and air, swimming through the blue... Gills of fire and stomachs of straw, carrying one, two even three more. In clusters I see them, jellyfish in spawn, beyond the green expanses and through the treetops atop hills, I see them... Orbs in the blue.A sea above ground


Ships that don't sailI dream worlds asleep, worlds apart, reality and the apocryphal conjoined by overwhelming imagination,Ships that don't sail
siamese planes of existence, functioning with, dependent on the other.
With the hugging of lashes, I am rich- Midas in a world of my creation, a world under my control. Wanting nothing I am loved, for the love I create to my needs.
But even so Utopia crumbles, eyelids dissent and part ways, reality breaks free...
mortally wounding the hope of imagination. All the stress, suffering and pain of a day's end equaling its st


Seconds to tragedyFriction seeped with relative easeSeconds to tragedy
across the arid surfaces of thought- not at all. With the friction came the pain- strong and deep. The light, visceral liquid clumps of pastel, wild and ecstatic with primitive need, lust. Conscience lay absent, and left a mess of affairs. Which if anything at all facilitated the constant slip-ups what with her blood shed on worthless soil. The functions of intellect sat under the basic need, dejected and angry for being of no use and thus misuse. Emotion cried and bled, screaming into the despairing chaos. Common sense, hot on the heels of b


In a Bar Around Saturn Ho there, astronaut. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you're the prettiest thing in a Fleet uniform I've seen this side of the belt.In a Bar Around Saturn
Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen! &


DreamcatcherMen. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they’ll be brothers. The older of the two, that’s Jack—and while we’re on the subject, the younger one’s Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you’re reminded—they’re the kind of people who can remind you—of what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it’s almost painful sometimes to look at them.Dreamcatcher
You see them out of the corner of
Revelry
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--Nekonigiri aka Paige Tzipora R.
Tokio Hotel Fans, my fan fic, My Destiny
Bill Kaulitz is my Alexander Sterling<3
Clubs I'm in:
=RawEm0tion ~Potential-Poets ~yukinoclub ~KaixHilary-lovers *100ThemesChallenge
Bring it !
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Blood, warm and spraying, turning the air crimson... sporadic bursts of a man's last anguished cry.. for help.. mercy,.. this is my home,.. i am warrior!
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--Nekonigiri aka Paige Tzipora R.
Tokio Hotel Fans, my fan fic, My Destiny
Bill Kaulitz is my Alexander Sterling<3
Clubs I'm in:
=RawEm0tion ~Potential-Poets ~yukinoclub ~KaixHilary-lovers *100ThemesChallenge
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