

september, again.september, again.
i.
it's been almost a year again. you haven't been calling, and i haven't been answering.
the leaves still have not begun to fall.
ii.
i am known for soft hair, skin, words.
i am known for half finished stories
on frost covered benches, absent minded i love you's, and never being what you're looking for.
i am known for seventeen syllable
apologies, twenty dollar bills, and poems about nothing but you.
iii.
it takes me two minutes and thirty-one seconds of the dial tone to realize that
Holy Ground
And if you want, please feel free to drop by my gallery.
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I can't resist against time and heaven
In blind obedience my hands tighten
Upon the thread of conciousness
For if I die my dream will drift
Please take me away for my heart is aching
Hurry up now, the time is ticking
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
My NEW Blog! Come on by! [link]
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
My NEW Blog! Come on by! [link]
You have a very nice gallery. Keep up the great work!
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Co-Founder of the Event-Horizon-Photos Group: [link]
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