| 16 years old. A geek forever. I am ridiculous and half unicorn. I'm not looking to be anyone's anything, i just want some clarity, the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm a 2nd generation flowerchild and I would like to know what true peace is. |


Amen.I am trying to find the sense in everything senseless Like digging to the center of the earth to find myself right back onto the surface. No center, no answer, no solution to a problem made of imaginary numbers. But isnt there? There must be. Must there? I close my eyes and count back the years since math class, count back the years since innocence and lilacs and the lack of cynicism and a tempered child teeming with too much to say, I spill my seeds across the floor and watch them grow into eloquent sentences. A picture is worth a thousand words, a thousand words is an eloquent arguement and a picture, my love, cannot replace anAmen.


How the earth was madecollisions and shattered pelvic bones and a song to steal the souls of sinners, we balance our minds in our palms and wait for the cue, a moment of silence please. They bow their heads and we wait for the cue. The father, the son and the holy ghost, amen, they stand on their own two feet and we wait for the cue. Peace be with you, and you and you, and like two angry asteroids we lock fists with faces, skulls with shoes, shins with baseball bats, an explosion of sound and hot air burning through thin and cold skin. We bruise banisters, destroy the pews and pews and pews,How the earth was made
and mind you, this is not a brute force, mind you, I am not


I hate my english teacher.that death would bring us to tears was a horrible assumption, because we do not believe in the beginning and the end, just energy. A constant whir of movement and a sound and heat in the air and electricity and metaphysics. We cannot see ourselves as the mind and the body, but we cannot imagine the feeling of loss of thought, we do not see ourselves without free will, but we cannot deny that we are a product of our environments.I hate my english teacher.
that total loss of control over everything would bring me to my knees was a reasonable prediction, because I cannot define the feeling I encounter when I finally realize that I am human and what that real
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I wear my ghosts,
like i wear my bones.
On the inside.
Milky white
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thank you♥ ☆ ♥Thank you!
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