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the weeds across the street.She’s the little girl with flaxen curls at four pm flouncing down her driveway with her hands buried in her pockets, lips pressed out like she’s whistling. You’ll watch her out your window, with your tea lukewarm on the sill, and splutter a cough; fogging up the glass just enough to miss her smile.the weeds across the street.
You saw her once, twice eating petals off the roses in your garden. You’ve forgotten how to converse with children, you cussed between the wheezing and she stared right past like you were simply a knurled twig catching the wind in its leaves.
One morning you found her; purple stockings, blush mittens a
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- Websitehttp://pictor.us
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- Current Age: 26
- Interests: Photography, Poetry, Writing, People
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead, Brand New, Mew, Incubus, R.E.M., Badly Drawn Boy, Bright Eyes, Placebo, Jewel ...
- Favourite genre of music: Indie, Indie Rock, Alternative Rock, Rock
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- Personal Quote: change the rules
- Tools of the Trade: Lightroom, Corel PaintShop Pro X2
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Devious Comments
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my secret
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Your love is a lie; THE PIE IS A LIE, IS THE CAKE A PIE?
let the sun s h i n e!
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I must confess, I don't believe in time ~Nabokov
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"are you that junky who was running around my yard, hollering for a cat that doesn't exist?"
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Mars was always quiet, but quieter tonight than any other
Ray Bradbury - The Martian Chronicles
Excuse my english I'm just a poor french frog
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Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.
House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski
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that's a nice thing to say
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I must confess, I don't believe in time ~Nabokov
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"Let the bind of self
be the bone,
to frame the character
of him."
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I must confess, I don't believe in time ~Nabokov
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Cheers!!!
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~He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.~
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