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Thursday, December 14th, 2006
4:13 pm
Cut up time....
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the have do mass we in bellydancers festers themselves.
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back unsioently through been there the a into as lovers
skin i anything in he walked in slunk of we dance til dragged
and like unsioently to most weve faces storms have
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bellydancers evening in in old tube which kitty face i the booble
walked along balls storm beauty. of mold were the beauty.
the what along smiling old for secret who down on beauty.
like but boil of faces the onto, the seemed dog on for slink as like rotting lovers in utero...

Current Mood: I Am The Cut-Up Queen....
3:53 pm
And The Whirld Whirls
leaving me behind with its in/finite sense of time
and i
dont know why anymore i seem to try i
seem to find that i
lose more than what i find most of the time
except that one time when i
saw that lady in the di-
ner and i asked her how her sons, were

and the next night as i slaved in walked something
that would save
me from the infinite night and the absence of light
and the fighting and the aching for a song...

So that night i went out and remembered well
what my boyfriend left out, seemingly always.
and we srove a million miles, and i was nothing
nothing at all except awkward silence and giddy smiles
but that was the first time that such a silence
was okay.

and i knew that from then on that that silence would live on
but wed hold hands as one of our cars
sped on lovely down dirt roads.

sometimes one of us cries,
usually me for all the fire
that lives inside consuming my heart, my soul, my very life...

and i know someday we will pass the point at which
a man does ask
of what his woman wants to do for the rest
of eternity...

and i will answer sweet as grass,
that i want nothing more than for him to ask
thye question which hes leading himself into...

i know this time is down the road, and
years will come and then theyll go,
but i know
that well still be so lovely, even though
the world attacks, and people cant seem to turn their backs
on what we have this thing we cannot seem to label...

so we
float on through all the madness
taking relief in what we have in,
nothing more,
nothing else,
than one another...

so whirld whirls,
in its infinite space, in its infinite madness, leaving both of us

but that my friends i a-ok...
my friends,

is fine...

Current Mood: complacent
Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
7:59 pm
On a Given Sunday
The poison reeks of snakes.

Current Mood: busy
7:57 pm
The Dust Collector
Introduction: My name is both Mia and Daryl. I am a twenty-one-year-old genderqueer student and aspiring novellist whose obsessions are: Sigur Ros, Underworld (the band, of course), House MD, Get Backers, and Kickboxing.

The Dust Collector - Mia Siegert/Daryl Gainnes (pick your fancy).
For Cherry and Mr. Cube

coating harness
no surface left unharmed


trace a finger
lint collecting

particles and ionic bonds
Always Together

orbit around the base
18-hour protective hand creme

Are you certain? he asked

lemon after-scent
and still a residue of filth

Current Mood: cold
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