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life aquaticafter all, what's a life, anyway?main and firstwe mean no harm to your planetwindow shoppingnot for some abstract notion of joyMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.I turn you over again & again & again in my mindunstablerobin s.and I want to see lifewhy not methe dead #33they played with confident gracethere's no rushand now of course almost none of it remains | 4.155if, then | 4.154you know what I'm thinking | 4.153then, now and foreverand I float farther from the invisible shore | 4.152the dead 09j and s, married june 5th, 2010the required 3-piece suit iphone mirror self portrait, take 14 | 4.151the dead 01it may not be possible to go deeper | 4.149life doles out these small pleasuresthe faces are white | 4.148walking until you catch a hint | 4.147that body over time | 4.146but to be able to photograph memories | 4.1456am (suddenly way too fast) | 4.144all bloomed in springstriving for clear mind | 4.143when you chose me | 4.142roly-polyinside this long whisper | 4.141what if everyone were eyeless and we could only feel space | 4.140I sat and I breathed | 4.139head high until, at last | 4.138our souls are talking over us, honey | 4.137who could see you and forgetas close as I can get to you here | 4.136everyone knows something | 4.135an interludesomewhere a swimmer is diving into the sea | 4.134the disaster is here if it is anywhere | 4.133he wanted to know why the order could not be altered | 4.132prefer to be out here, thankshe knew no other way to say this | 4.131some thingsthis leaves you and me staring | 4.130here is the portrait of our mothermaybe you loved us and it will never be done | 4.129out of the lips of silence | 4.128how sweet are these witnessesI can't go back to sleep | 4.127would you take me in your arms again and again | 4.126blessing me in her wayknown only for a time at that particular time of a life | 4.125but I was helpless | 4.124these are the windshow everything is at once | 4.123mah girl | 4.122A melody softly soaring through my atmosphereit barely constrains what would come into it | 4.121amy b.the rest my spirit craves | 4.120and at last be freedark and light | 4.119out of darknessa man who was both vicious and virtuous | 4.118for flood controlas these things rouse us | 4.117these by their colorslet wings alone be sufficient | 4.116the stars tonightI never thought it would come to this | 4.115how close to shore to sailwhat was missing | 4.114reuniting leaves with their old friendmystified | 4.113one more time the waters of her eyes stir to this passagehaving once cried out to itself who art thou? | 4.112so our dread of that vastness is calmedon the ground | 4.111moiraI'd rather be the man who wears out one life completely | 4.110beside that river is all I rememberof something nebulous, edgeless, that we long to carry | 4.109for the joy of making me wonder what I know of happinessit doesn't hurt to knock another day out of a shirt | 4.108you've had enough existence for one day | 4.107a torch doused in the surf of timethey were speechless because they were reminded of everything they missed | 4.106what i've wanted might be thiseverybody suffers | 4.105bbottletopwe end too soon | 4.105awhen the knot was the last thing, the only thing I own, holding on | 4.103the air itself is dangerous enoughthat's how it is with me | 4.101this small offeringit has nothing to do with the gathering dark | 4.100this is yesterday's tomorrow | 4.100to reel in an old warmthonly what's inmost is left | 4.99Spring shall return to the city | 4.98He is a mammal with warm blood, found in every sea.what is there to fear? | 4.97perhaps we can be forgivenno one is allowed to touch me | 4.96lift their mighty wingsthis spot of time outside of time | 4.95drawn our colors to this placeno frame to hold it still | 4.94I've been gone so long | 4.93I came home for an earthier motionbecause getting there still means everything | 4.92in early springwhy is this man sitting here? | 4.91now that we have survived another winter ...to remember love | 4.90let me tell you how it was | 0489nothing on earth was ever lesshello, it's me | 0489every wind had its originmoira | 0488pleasant corner of the underworld | 0487time was | 0486I am in a quiet room | 0485we know who we arewhere he slips into the ease of being | 0484was it for this I uttered prayersone thing I know | 0483graduation/yearbook client photoand soon all that will be lost(though I don't) | 0482of love for the treesis less than indifferent to silence | 0481to carry to the ditch beyond the fieldwho will walk with us | 0480I take one more look | 0479our memory, though dull and sad, retains some echo still of those unearthly strainson second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place | 0478then I was undone and replaced by itback again to what I knew | 0477I’ve been thinking about the patience of ordinary things | 0476and only then did I understand | 0475everyone should have a casual iphone pic in their arsenal | 0474I've been feeling like the time is coming when I'm going to have to balance the scales | 0473reconsider | 0472what happens when you're not there to get itwhen there's nothing left | 0471and that joy is an emerald riverwe start having vague pointless scraps of dreams that lead us to this place or that | 0470among the voracious redbut I kept coming back to what I didn't know | 0469I waited two daysI tried to take it all in | 0468to a noir hero | 0467the immaculate conceptionthere is something that once belonged to you | 0466as it was that morningyou tried - again and again | 0465we knew she loved them but not what love meansno one in the world suffers like youa homely facewhen March is scarcely heremust remember the flesh it once wasat last you have what you longed foryou'll know her when she arrives. you've seen her breathing before.where do you find your serenityand wept drunk on the porch because of it sometimeswhen she must knowfor a wind’s in the heart of me, a fire’s in my heelsenvy - now in three shadeshis new state exposes the stark child of himspring breaking promises through the glassspring breaking promises through the glassthe unexceptional mysterythat she's only the nearerplate xvbetter not to have heard the storiessome of them simply stared outsidewhy does she comeit is more that I become awareall my sins were forgivenit didn't seem as true anymoreshe said it was the way to the ruinsthe stars coming out on the life that I call minewhat you see when you walk the streetsthe heart of me will knowit was all about something elsethat always gets a big laughon towards the hillswhere your errors stand by youprepare to start againthe little prison says it is getting tiredthe dead christbetween me and the worldwill the summer come againpleaseone night, alonethe book whose pages I am turning nowI'd stand alone againand it's totally oversomething wholly to do with treeswhere I am diminishedin lingering daylighthe would come again in altered formin the small hoursit arrives when I think I'm safeawaiting the harvestif you only knewthis beautiful place will be the end of usafter all this is gonewhite getting whiterwhite getting whiterwithout having noticed meseem bending upwardsI think I used to have a purposeshe had a house in the villagemissing you morea darker gold that broke free from the pale goldwith a splinter lodged in memoryelsewherea long, slow moment of giving waywaiting for you to arrivebut nowhere do we discoverunder the picture we find a few wordsfeeling what I feel todaywhat'll be revealed today when we peer into the great unknownhe reached outorbitalthe things that we've learnt are no longer enoughwishing on your wishesthis is life is all unknowneven in the darkI can't say what it is for youin dust and darknesswhen you see my faceand before this existence you were always herelet go your heart, let go your headswarming like lightI am letting it gosilver bulletno warning like a voice turned inwardcasting out your devilsunstill in the eveningworrying about where you are and how you're doingI want your love and all your lovers' revengerelicslook at me nowI give this part of me for youin a heart where it's dark and unwindowedthe light there doesn't changethe price of being misunderstood, he thoughtlife is the unknown and the unknowableduring moments betweenthe sound they heard in the treesoh, one last thingfive or six overwhat you get for the pricethe silver scratchedsomewhere between what you need and what you knowas an eternal symbolI know all the things around your head and what they did to youjust look for the bellseverything has beauty, but not everyone sees itdescending from the treesI remember him standing there like a break in the mist, or the shadow under old trees & I wish I had known then it is the place we cannot go that needit's been decided that you've traveled long enough to be mortal again, and stumblingcarrierslocate your place in realitya few remnants of a bygone erano, but never mindgood morning intercoursea composer's need for the mood to retrieve him from sleepsteam escapes, and we escape with itthis is the limit, he cannot get closerthe fury of reminiscence and for a long, long while there will be nothingso that upon reflection you could stopchild of earth, child of firehas come to thisI knew that I'd get like this againrescue and surrenderwhile I, too, waited all night for something to gatherthings outside are barely holding onconsider how a man can take insideshe said he was a most peculiar manuj & kaithe best possible version of myself ispunkrathe weakens in a wild, dizzying blur, which feels just fine, because it feels like herthat's where I learned how I want to liveand light their way into the outer worldwith it, we are joined, and continuethe visions begin to waverit will only bring you sorrowhis face disfigured by light | 01012010taken by, taken by the skythis is where I keep thingsso your eyes keep sliding down from theresanta songwelcome to the man who wantedbut will we ever be again?it begins with a reflection in the glasslet's count the rings around my eyeshow they twinkled!the desire to pursue it againI hear: you'll have to wait a whileno one has planned what grows in this ditchwalk the dizzy ledgesmr. good mojothey invented the earth for people like youtalismanicperhaps, after all, it is merely a desireas regards my recent silence there was just too much to saythe veined stonebut perhaps you have forgottensometimes the truth is so paradoxical and nuanced, it's hard to get it completely out in the open all at onceand how should I behave, Mr. Nobody asks himselfpeople may come, people may go, just as long as the waters slowher secretsproperly trained, a man can be dog's best friendvoices, voices. listen, my heart, the waywith raw silk rope and mercury vaporthey began to aspire to music's wordlessness, since everything they did was meant to point to something beyond themselves anywayThere are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.the gleam of insight dimmed into a glimmerit was so nice to be in love with you that waymemory's more beautiful than truthI wonder nowthis thought leads to the darkest thoughtthe circle never slows. no time to mire in the dark.hehe hahathe advantage of not knowing is swapped out for a loss of apartness from what you’d held unknownanyone still unknown to herself will stay, probably, that waywe saw a ton of animals that daythat kind of end to itis all the more enchanting for the hairline cracks, the faultsthere is a place for a fire and small god to livea good way to fall in love is to turn off the headlights and drive very fast down dark roadsthe gold-haired girl says, don't worrya new generation of the everymanonly the highest-quality beansFriends - Onehow strange, to have left the world and returned to itwe could have sung songs to the treesand yet what we see are the hands, that aren'tjill p.an oddly beautiful balletmore and more that summer we understood that something was going to happen to us that would change ushow can a woman understand?, he asks...and the sea cucumber turns to the mollusk and says, "With fronds like these, who needs anemones?"some changed existence as yet unacknowledgedthe time of year has grown indifferentfatherendings are always more difficult than beginningsone afternoon on kentonfor a few minutes I am part of the flockwho but you, but there is no youbecause it is the first half of everythingnothing is waiting on the other side, nothing but nightin the sunlight in the daya song about the crazyyet no one cares to notice for all the yearningup from dusthe wrote secret notes to people he hadn't met yetgoodbye again. say there is a little song in my head.kingdom of greenstand here. listen to the light.who gives his heart away too easily must have a heart under his hearthad I not been awake I would have missed itby learning lessons from stones and animals and trees and stars. even from turtles.walking through the forest at evening I do not stop for the ladyslippers in bloom, because I know that in looking I will be consumedthere's just one little thingthe course of true love never did run smoothto hide behind itbut what I remember best is the water's answerthe sounds of the other birds stopped for a momentslightly paler where the gold had beennot much else to await when our fates touchit flew off and never came backI'm crawling back to startthat the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a versesay goodnight and gothe way the universe was just before it expanded a lotOh yeah, all right, are you going to be in my dreams tonight?long before that, rain fellthe moment I said itentrance closedbut what if we, what if we tumbled downeverything is a mythical, cosmic battle between faith and chanceyou won't encounter them unless you stow them away inside your soulI could slip into the small streetsthe little going a long wayglasses off the tableGod and love are real, but very far awaybody movin'but where can I find my old companionI pushed aside clouds and climbedhe's gonna need a bigger boatlove to rideno one else quite like youI heard her say tomorrow as if she knewtiny riveras if he dreamt leavesexaltedthe lovely magic of it's dawnyou couldn't feel this way, but I diddisapprovingeverything hererustknotthe legend of the horseshoetrading postpastures and soggy meadowsat your own riskthis way or thatsend more zombie chicksdead risingstay back 500 feetfree will is especially freeunbearable lightness of beingdon't cross the streamsproof that god loves usinto the smoke and darknessthe most fortunate and least fortunate of menwell she's walking, through the cloudsthey will be attracted into your spherethe only other soundon the airoedipus cycle postermacbeth logoif one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch othersburdenedbecause of manas I went out one morning9th degree of conciousnessweatheredwaterValles Marinerisonce a homein sorroweby appointment onlybound as a passive prisonerblood and boneas dreamers didfive tenfather | youngI'd be ecstatica song will outlive all sermons in the memorythe woman will hear her hour on the icesoul meets bodythey had lived after seasons of dying beforeyou can't say no to the weatheroblivious as if I were invisiblevibranttime is preciousthey're all the king of heartsthe smallest cattapestrysurfacesunlight through leafstring theorystacked deckpull for helppreyingla blanche Ophéliaheld together by the tiniest of threadsheirloomdowndetoxcelticattack!and 21 secondsamerican spirita dense mosaic of tine, individually colored scalesthe shyest creaturesthe restless onesstreetcarstatuesquematthewlittle gis there a cure among usi can see the futurehave I got a long way to rungigglethe tallest womanericeasy does itnow the song was overwhat if you disappeared and no one noticedI know you're disappointed but I tried so hardengaged in a conversation with eternitystickle angelheraldsolemnI forgivein the mourninglamentan inf-antspring breaking promises through the glass