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Infusion.Your fingers paint fire along my arm  You taste of melting cherry popsicles  Infused with an indescribable male musk  The numb and the taste of you on my teeth  Seems so permanent  I don't know what I'm doing, how I got here--  Where you're taking me  All I feel is the wall at my back  And your hands on me  In a gasp I gaze at the flourescence of the lights, still pinned   
And I wonder what love is like. Infusion.
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SuperheroO, for all the invinsibility this attention whore craves   
Her sole embrace from chain mail   
Reflective shield, bulletproof stare, up with these iron walls   
O, for all her invincibility   
There she lies crippled inside. Superhero
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The BallroomThe chandelier tittered disapprovingly  as the crystals clinked together like distant peals of forgotten laughter,  sparkling their brilliant facets as the many faces of the people milling below,  All that many sided glitz without the mythical glamour  She wonder if he ever really loved her,  Across the room on a marble tile, her island,  Marooned in her starving revenge of the furies for all women  All housewives, of all the deceiving, lying---  And there's the man, animalistically well groomed  Knowing he never knew happiness, asphyxiated in his own blackmail  A column of gentlemanly ethics, The Ballroom
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The NightIt was like hot breath and cool fingertips  A whole season of breathless  A warm night of murmured greetings and mild gazes  without the promise of secluded pasion, like a bad friend  "Who wanted all this anyway"--were the champagne thoughts  Everyone filled with same doubt, drowning in their owm  depthless oceans, never to glance at the one gasping beside them.  Our words so cold we melted into implosion,  a deaf mumble growing louder with our conviction  until it births a chant, the mantra of our lifeless everythings  "We will not die"--we yell, whisper, sing  Warm hearts and stares tin The Night
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Dine with DeathI sit at one head of an average-sized modern dining table covered with a new elegant cloth and numerous plates holding all that I have to offer, finally presentable after years of being cooked.  Knowing that my awaited company prefers the dimness, I have chosen the romantic glow of candles in lieu of electricity-devouring light bulbs to be witness to this much-anticipated night. The clock hands tell me my plans are behind-schedule. I cover my blooming impatience and growing trepidation with closed eyelids and take sips from a delicately-held wine glass, tasting salt, in regular intervals.  
 
The bottle of tears is half em Dine with Death
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work shirtThere are other, more worthy females.  Many, certainly, and I wallow in envy  Rotting in irrelevance  
In my limp blue prosthetic-  Glorified funereal garb, arbitrary tailoring;  Stupid garment,  Old and only friend.  There is a bee, (at least i think it is a bee)  I trapped him in a cigarette box,  Laying the two remaining soldiers to rest in my cash vessel.  Glorified headstone.   
I could have set him free.  The tailoring restricted my reach work shirt
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Mistaken 4“Christelle, you need different clothes,” Erik told me the next day. Simeon looked fairly shocked to hear him use my name.  
 
“No, I don’t,” I challenged him amiably. I stretched out my leg, examining the healing bruises. My arm was feeling much better, but my lower appendages were still wobbly.   
“Yes, you do,” Erik snapped. For some odd reason, since last night, he had been unusually short with me. “I’m sick of seeing you running around wearing my clothes. It’s not proper for a woman.”   
“I agree with Master,” Simeon told me. I rolled my eyes. Mistaken 4
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Sun Jun 14, 2009, 4:51 PM
Wow, I really do so little journal updates...hm.

Sorry for the huge gap in time between my replies and such, I recently got swine flu and wellll I wasn't really good for anything.
BUT I am fine now, and by the way, swine flu is JUST LIKE regular flu, no need to fret or anything. If--anyone on here would fret anyway haha....

Yesss so I have in fact still been writing it's just a matter of posting it all that I get lazy with. Also next year my art teacher (she's a goddess) is letting me use all the supplies year round so you might even be seeing visual art from me---wow, I know. I'm sure it won't be anything near good though, but what the hell right.

I recently attempted keeping a diary---but as you can see with my lack of journal updates, I rather suck at keeping up with entries and for some reason there's something awfully boring to me about just rewriting everything that alreadyyy happened into a diary...I don't know I'm not too efficient with it, so I kind of gave up.

I'm at my dad's at the moment and I do pretty much everything with Peter Rabbit, my bunny. I don't know if that's sweet or pathetic...

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  • Mood: Peaceful
  • Listening to: Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event
  • Reading: my failed diary
  • Watching: my rabbit sleep
  • Playing: with the blinds
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: soymilk

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  • Current Residence: HOME is wherever I feel happy . . .that changes everyday
  • Interests: writing, writing, writing . . .oh, and reading, reading, reading . . .
  • Favourite movie: Atonement, Juno, Forrest Gump, The Painted Veil
  • Favourite band or musician: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Dashboard Confessional, The Beatles, Donovan, Stars, Tickle Me Pink
  • Favourite genre of music: Rock, Indie Rock, Alernative
  • Favourite artist: Rene Magritte
  • Favourite poet or writer: David Levithan, J.K. Rowling, Philip Pullman, Robert Frost
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod
  • Skin of choice: wtf does THIS mean?!
  • Favourite game: Harvest Moon
  • Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo DS Lite . . . hopefully a Wii someday . . .
  • Favourite cartoon character: Lisa Simpson
  • Tools of the Trade: Pencil or inky pen and my journal

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=CurlyHairedDemon:iconCurlyHairedDemon: 6 days 21 hours ago
:D :D :D sorry that the title's a bit screwy... I always get it mixed up >_> [link]

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Those who think by the inch and talk by the yard deserve to be kicked by the foot

Not all that glitters is gold. Some of it is vampires.

You are entitled to your opinion, even if it sucks like you.
~JayDelany:iconJayDelany: May 31, 2009, 2:37:36 PM
Thank you so much for the comment and the favourite!!!
*hugs*

x Jay
~kobyinperspective:iconkobyinperspective: May 31, 2009, 3:10:03 PM
Anytime :)

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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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~kobyinperspective:iconkobyinperspective: May 31, 2009, 11:55:40 AM
psh, i thought it was closer too, but then we had to have days of reeeevvviieewww and pppreeeppp and ugh
so yeah, just a week more
lol distractions are good

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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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~infermium1:iconinfermium1: May 31, 2009, 9:25:30 PM
ew, review days are horrible, ours were 4 hours strait of lecture. Butt trauma if i ever had it.

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~kobyinperspective:iconkobyinperspective: Jun 2, 2009, 2:26:02 PM
same. it was torture on a stick

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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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~infermium1:iconinfermium1: Jun 3, 2009, 4:21:27 PM
you were sitting on a stick?

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~Photography-Frenzy <--i joined a club
~kobyinperspective:iconkobyinperspective: Jun 14, 2009, 4:35:32 PM
no. just...everythings niftier on a stick.

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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson

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