| moon_moods | ||
| ever dumbening | Soften. A softened gaze, more malleable more prone, draws me to the sky. Light vapor rings the moon, increasing awareness. Transient steam on a bumper, dancing. Sleep and craving--beacons beckoning. From outside, a small gas flame through glass dances on my kitchen windowsill. From inside, the metronome struggles to knock out a regular time. An unwillingness sharpens the pull at the bit. | 020301 |
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| lycanthrope | it's not turning into a monster that i mind, it's turning back. Also annoying is turning into someone just like me. | 020302 |
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| freakizh |
full and proud loosing and bitter empty and nostalgic growing and eager full and warm |
020520 |