zephyrdrums's Posts

Hey ride. Spin dock.
Read rum.
Knight mayor.

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It's a curious thing, to be curious. You find that you didn't need to know after all.

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Juggling is, at all times, a selfish act. No one likes to see things fall.

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Overflow:
1) your job
2) your life
3) your brain

This is the definition that Websters, Oxford, Wikipedia and Urban Dictionary forgot about.

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Today, bones are branches and eyes are desert sand. The air is soup, cloying and light is solar flares.

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All of my friends are all stars. Heavy science come to life. They shine and flow and make me realize that they bring light and love to every endeavor. They are infinite. And I am a satelite.

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Some days I feel like a band-aid. Some days I feel like a wound. Some nights I feel like a pen. Some nights I feel I'm a sword.

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When i was a child, I sang to books and the books sang to me. Now, I sing to other things but they have never stopped their songs.
They sing in verse "Be free."

#lovesongstolife, #books, #timelesd

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I began life on the starting block. Stretching took a long time. Now I'm taking that first loping stride. Gazelle-light and right here, I am airborne and floating free. Breathe out, foot down.

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i blink and in each one is world i'll never realize, because i let myself blink.

#coward

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Keep the ones that heard you when you never said
a word

Reposted from Bettydent

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The sounds of summer are: bus engine, ac unit, Junkie XL, washing machine, refridgerator hum, gas stove hissing, boot steps, keys, and talking talking humming breathing.

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Multifacted, part 2:

The site of your city leaves you passionate and repulsed, filling you with a yearning to go and see what the world is doing.
The cacaphony seeps into your brain so it is never still.

Your bones dance to its tune, your nerves slink along the side streets.
Your heart beats in time to the hammers of industry.

You can't wait to be gone.

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Mulifaceted, part 1:

If you have ever lived in a city that you love and hate all at once, you know the feeling.

You can walk down every street and marvel and dread in equal measure.
You feel so alive and frenetic with history
breathing down your neck.
The glorious percussion of steel and concrete.
The people mirrors of your own psyche.
All the leavings stain your eyelids
and you will always be here in your soul.

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