

A Lovely EmergencyTheir blank ambulance faces were silent. The jazz was hot, but their feet were burnt.A Lovely Emergency
Oh Chicago, the city lights are fading.
The piano shuddered like death warmed up. All they want, is a little whiskey.
And they demand, they demand endlessly.
The flapper drowned in her feathers. Alleyways are more thrilling at night.
Honestly, it was a lovely emergency.
The concrete vibrates underfoot.
There is still a song in me.
I feel it rising like vomit.


Death Of A DreamI captured you on Monday. I was asleep on my feet, enveloping you in my imagination.Death Of A Dream
All Tuesday I dreamed. I gambled with my insecurities, and settled on a great risk.
On Wednesday I built a city. I raised you from the sensible earth, to the tumultuous skies.
Then Thursday Friday Saturday passed in bliss.
And on Sunday, the dream died.


Tie A Balloon To A Young WristDon't pack your suitcase. There is a swing that creaks in loneliness. Overwhelmed by fragmented shadows of untruths. Glutinous, faded memoirs…"tell me they too are artificial?"Tie A Balloon To A Young Wrist
It was eaten by a moment in time. Yet somewhere we will find a tear in the fabric. Ominously, melting clocks tick…"pl


Oh, How She BelongedPale feet danced across the floorboards Amongst the crumbs and brown wrapping paper. Searching for that old, dirty raincoat from seasons past.Oh, How She Belonged
Hot concrete slabs toasted to a crisp They were merely recollections of December And the soles of her feet had burned.
The grizzly grey skies filled with puffs of cloud. The strains of a painful melody from a dark window. Oh, how she belonged.
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full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream,
a land where all things are perfect and poisonous
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"have no fear of perfection, you will never reach it"
- Dali
ignorance isn't bliss, it's a false sense of reality
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dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
poems that take a thousand years to die;
but ape the immortality of this
red label on a little butterfly.
-vladimir nabokov
'formerly known as always'
xo!
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