May 2011
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Tough Night, Tougher Morning
Crescent moon tilted loftily in starry glittered skies, the pastel light shimmering brightly on our faces, rosy fluttered cheeks, blooming under youthful eyes, stripped bodies, bare desire, clandestine paradise: our grassy hilled oasis.
Silhouette of wisdom, lifeless curved sun of night, we can’t escape your notice. Feint rays glowing, sweetly watching, us the living, two weary souls...
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Morning Odes and Hangovers
Empty champagne glasses lay about shadowed rooms like phantom decorations thrown carelessly by festive ghouls reveric waltz below the midnight moons silhouetted symphony. Under the dim glow of a television screen, the soft blue hue like transparent paint covers, embracing and coating every curve and corner of vacant chairs rousing lifelessly to flickering candles, flailing over wax dripped...
