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WhirlpoolTo be in place is not to be in time.
Some things are not for the leaving.
Like one more breath in an airless room, breathing,
It ceases to be an option.
  Emotional survival, hope extant. And you would talk of
Smoke, in smoke filled rooms, drinks and things,
This and that,
Chat and ask people more about themselves,
Then pull one long sleeve across your mouth, wet.
  And laugh, amused
Ending in nothing.
  To be in time, in the vein of things, is to be amused.
To make the world distant. The binding refrain.
At distance, laughter is impenetrable.  Undecipherable. Arcane.

It's cold o

Five and TenFive and ten.
I remember sitting there
remembering a time,
where I was remembering a time, when
I was remembering a time.
a curious thing
like four men being dragged down a river
in the same boat
holding the same piece of string
each falling in turn.

Life is short enough to have things
to talk about
and a need to talk
about things.
And needs.
Your cold, well, it feels like all the others,
anyone else's.
I can't set you aside in it.
You might be being nice
but I can't tell the smile from the smirk.

The gentlest touch can be
indistinguishable from a slap in the face
or a knife in the back
the greatest

Facts mean fictionOne too many birthdays, and her jaw drops
her face falls away
like she's going to catch age.

Don't you know?

It's something we all already got
The trip may be getting better
but that car is breaking down regardless.
And you cannot stop.
Rolling down that hill.

You'll see. The mirror will not lie
about lines, and the dull root of memories
embers ebb in the flow of time, are washed and replaced by pictures
memories are ink on paper,
the history books depict, and what
they call passages
are in fact portents
you will find, you will see.

As you get older,
Like now,
There is a certain pleasure
it the outside being we

And that was allYou walked a stone mile down cobbled streets
passing the strangers I was want to meet
but with every corner you turned
with every visage I recalled, learned
a lifetime etched in every face
smoldering, forgotten, or burned in place
with embers..is that a smile?..a lingering gaze?
No. Their eyes go out, and I am burned in turn
the head lolls about, sudden interest in vacant spaces
with every slight rejection comes a small disgrace.

There is nowhere to go from here. Stay with me.
Barred from birth, awaiting the cessation of breath,
with no ease of passage, and that old man, who I called by name,
could tell me all about dying
and

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~naturesounds Jul 8, 2008

It looks like a painting

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*Carenza Jul 8, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

It is. I showed my friend and he said: "Take it back."

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~naturesounds Jul 8, 2008

thats cool!

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~blueblacknred Jul 6, 2008

Wow.. nicey, great work Mister!

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*Carenza Jul 7, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

V.good avatar ^.^

Oh. You're the cute one.

Thanks 0.<

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~GlitteringMoondust Jul 5, 2008

I love how this glows...

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*Carenza Jul 6, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

Oh, no. That's just the radioactive material.

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~GlitteringMoondust Jul 6, 2008

O_O
oh...
well that was my second guess ^.^

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!5letters Jul 5, 2008

pretty place...where is it?

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*Carenza Jul 5, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

Washington, North east of England.

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