December 2012
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Walk across and between the roads that fade the distant grey that portray and heresay the scent clenched breeze of tampered bone and teeth, dismayed temperance mends a mind glorified in recollection calloused by the past or passed novelistic trends, a sheild held up by screw blocking candle lit notion, we read from the veins the colors that flow from the eyes we never see, the heel clicking...
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Song-less
Hidden sheets aspire in note, tongues twist together on a slanted beat, the ambiance of tune-less perfection harmonized to the sync of a lousy ear, palms leak in weary runs, sharp eyed strung, a chord voiced on a faded line heard in times trough, etching the back track, a window shined, these prints of memorys avid condense, rested bewteen the fret of a clouded cue, stories tremble in tone...
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So is anyone else pissed that Carly didnt win xfactor?
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Its been a while →
amanco:
A spirit walked on opened corridors viewed in lengths arm, poised friction based finger tips paint the walls the hymn sheared flow, the reticent hum filled between wrists, lone bending and smile an earshot perceived through a carpets tear, whispered steps fill the air, breathed in full exhaled in delicate, shivered lips fragile unspoken sins curse the words, lineless echoed walls dance...
September 2012
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It’s vision draped in glare enshrouded and remissed, or a blurred collection unsolved, in time, placed between each mark, a table timed on crooked legs, mute stares regress unhinged, unsound specious in context invalid in perfection’s entirety, filmed windows revolve on serpentine frames hindered, the reticent howls of retaliation from within the white walls crossed in blank corners...
June 2012
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Listen
May 2012
20 posts
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“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their...”
– Carl Jung
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“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts”
– Counting Crows
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Finding Your Feet
These shrunken strides and gaps of another heel, a sign at the crossing hands misdirection in hind memory wrapping the chords that tie these times awaited in longing spoken in slow motion ripping ears in silence, incised and engraved soil takes the shape of movement, progress perhaps a backtrack played in reverse from the end of the beginning, or the echo of the heart playing forward with each...
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I am what I am Who am I? I don’t know what that means
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My mind transient on sight, knocking on my open door these tempest nights hum, vibrate the core of my fingers the sensible fibers of my words remain tapered, sealed behind the confine of my eyelids, the thick wall of waves breaking shore, breaking line, out of lined paper rise, the red velvet whisper rhythmic moving, lusting to be spilled in truth, in tune image to a thought my lungs burn in...
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Things That Piss Me Off. Vol. 1
People who won’t tell you their age.
People who think god is more than just a fairy tale.
People who fight over religion.
Seriously, what does the pope fucking do?
Why do we still think war is the solution.
When slutty girls post slutty quotes, then 5 min later complain how guys only want sex, and they deserve better.
The fact we have to pay for food.
People who think they’re better...
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"2 Exclusive To Be Rare"
Like steak likes steak I’m exclusive and rare a tribute to beef beef you were always there. We rock this house party Amanco does karate I do ju jitsu (grass is a shit food) Maybe you don’t know Maybe you’re a cow Little Wayne is a sheep Maybe I’m an Owl. Circumcision rhythms drugs, drugs and prisms. I can kill a wasp The owl, a fool with wisdom. You want a rap battle? Sorry, I...
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There’s no room for error an expanding heart knows anchored in a lonely sea, we flourish on held hands written in palm and told, spread skies tell of infinite, eyes hold gateways to love
breathed in and out, hushing paper scribbles of lip in motion tips
curving the canvas of an everlasting moon, shaped to match our hollow hearts engraved in restless nights, in arms locked between wording...
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A trudge through verve lied on life, asphalt spit chalk dust inhale inscribed on lung, debilitated in and on measure wind-broken fleeced to collar, body bared soul snared ensnared a snarl deep huff, relapsed in release shattered eyes glass in path sharp to bone, suture to and on heart tonic to pour lift to scale grasp to fall, bit nailed and claw scratched stars as scars imprint, sealed wounds...
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These nights upbeat lipped before licking her double monroe still lacked in henna I guess it’s time to start a band.
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Tired Of This Room..
This atmosphere monotonous, it pressures me in frustration strained eyes met in coalition on drafts of air, on windows dim as my views of pen fade, terminology stumps in omission less defined, less refined caught in remnants of consistency in setting, these decadent reminders where my minds function has ex-sponged each crack, each fracture repressed from each corner examined into littered words,...
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Inclusion
Counter-acted burdened on arms heavy floodlit veins pour and descend touched on acquainted streets below and on inundated on false-footed diluted paper shred and assimilate melted down to ankles dry-spell kicked misspell solid on burnt sage resonance sheered primeval air pocketed on fogged knees breathed glass sharp exhale cut in leaked memory.
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In Between
These walls pain in conversation, empty tone from wall to wall each corner priming with riddle, shadowless imagery threatens the very cracks in my fingers the dawn of my mind, trapped, induced in a state unstated a mending undone a business minded only in pleasure, but no more no less in time I’ve withered pens into bed, slept between and dodged the rain swayed from feeling unease and built...
Just.. screaming screaming screaming screaming FUCKING SCREAMING loud YELLING screaming voices yelling who are you? where are.. who am i? what are.. who am i SCREAMING pounding fucking ANNOYING echoing YELLING SCREAMING my head is POUNDING voices screaming screaming GET OUT stay stop STOP my head is.. driving me FUCKING insane.. screaming screaming screaming screaming empty…. empty FUCK
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Typo Unjust
Build-up walled on walls up on under pressure strung through in the middle stood and under shingle peel top plaque piled staring on edge between sunken teeth and blistered froth under nail, on brown line solid wire taped in sin earpiece silent aloud inside caged speaking volume creaking un-sewn lit partial upon opened furlong enough to just unlocked in key trunk ninety degree gathering motive or...
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It’s the indecisive tick the untied kick, a click licked in slate, predate agate in invoking state of emotions arriving late, forced in tongues wet before lips have met, met in sound of song pressed in a whim grazing mocha skin breezing hair in hymn, her hands on him head over heels heeled and led signs read in thread taken to bed sheets of velvet red cuffed in said, instead mounted planes...
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I should be wearing a mask, concealed behind words, my pen moves in such a rhythm, floating across empty paper at the queue of the music, creating a show entertainment for pressed eyes, gasps in crowd I paint a story, a blank face would create more suspense hidden within each piece, behind the style of the unknown, but I’m no longer a Jabbawockee…
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500daysofart replied to your video: Old school front flip, parkour Very crappy video…
I wish I could flip like that! That was just so cool xD
Haha thank you ;]
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I don’t need to be skilled or have talent to press keys in order, empty my head onto paper and call it art, dig deep and pull the words that flow the words I’ll use in any rhythm on any meaning, that only make sense to me, senseless to anyone else there are no rules to stand by it doesn’t matter what is written, with multiple meanings behind each word, each letter interpreted...
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Sequenced on higher appeal or an origami unfold, a manacle of inner thought patterned on blight emerge, vacant nightmare’s evolve from dreams drop in believe, slipped through an air sleeve obtained in pressured pockets steeping stones gap periodic renditions and the chug of another, the slug of a gunner clean shot clear and holed in space, between the drapes strapped in unnoticed and forged...
April 2012
113 posts
How are you all doin??
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Fornicate with the damsels acquire currency, my world is frenetic and my wrists stay bent, popping at the seams re-written in past precursor on bottles that speak in tune against winds howling in disapproval, I’m seen from title’s that crash on tidal waves of lyric that brush the mist and headline in another wind, on pipes with no exit tunnels echoed in the past but present and...
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theplotneedsmorebourbon replied to your post: anacoluthiac replied to your post: My heartbeat is…
more like what did you win lol. who cares how you did it. You could be a millionaire man.
Ha yeah who knows man who knows
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anacoluthiac replied to your post: My heartbeat is sensed on censored radar through…
Congratulations. You have just won at life.
Lol really? how did I win?
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My heartbeat is sensed on censored radar through shredded gloves and a torn vest on chest, beating red approach crept skies grow closer flashed bang disoriented across broad appearance equipped in sight, blinded, vivid, attuned with the pounding explosions beneath in distance gapped jumped at each click, each knee dropped on armored words being torn by layer, I bleed into the dirt out of my scars...
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Olympic Gold Medal, On Layaway
There’s comes a time from deep within, when you flourish in idea, producing at a new high, another level of thought arises, anything is a weapon to a sword-ed pen ripping at paper conquering line by line bulbs go off lighting every situation, everything is a solute blended together to create a piece perfect, sharp tongued licking the emotions of anyone who reads, anyone who spots, but this...
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Behind Closed Eyes
Pried between and on diminished, deducted dilated pupil fade collateral in transparent, seen through pressure to mundane for hands, dose touched in small euphoric only in dream on nights marred on eyelids condemned, ceased in exposure the rattle beneath a ribcage, silent hums in unknown rapidity insanity crept on keep phase uttered worldly, imagery on emotion played behind cerebral, or instruments...
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victim-of-convenience replied to your video: Old school front flip, parkour Very crappy video…
Holy mother! Well done!
Haha Thanks, that video is so old
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WatchOld school front flip, parkour Very crappy video ha
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We only have one job in our short lifetime, to fuck, reproduce, spread, and continue killing the Earth, as we are the cancer to it.
The rest is all bullshit.
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I Don't Care..
Just want to say when the fuck are people going to get their heads out of there ass’ and realize religion is a fucking joke I can’t tell you how sick I am of seeing these dumb ass people fight over “beliefs” are you kidding me? yeah there’s a fucking guy sitting in space looking at you and waiting..dumb ass and the people who believe in god, but don’t believe in...
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I’m unmasked from example, I preach through words by way of winded suffix succumbed on ended lectures, Shrapnel capped and carried and seeped on eyelids, sighted worry of expectation and negativity in rotation, from polar alliances cracked heads collapse and detract, wasted on deterioration of livability resurfaced to be wasted in punctuation, back into the depths of inactivity pushed behind...
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Young and Restless
Faced on tales asthmatic not told but felt, dealt first hand readers digest the sharp wither of eyes suffocated on lackluster, straws draw shorter by the turn, expectancy spammed in societal outbursts, like bubbles being plucked in mid flight popped, squeezed merciless by innocence forced in upheaval, It happens so quick the pinch of a dream the fixed memories that cycle, meaningless another note...
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Recurrance
These marks in halves my lips tic in gesture, tick down on remote time lungs filled in trial, just one breathe out of rhyme, vocally sufficient erased in vein blue on a clouded day, I don’t emanate the same light-less from a peak, led aperture dove in fled stripped pens re-write from hands missing, torn nocturnal trapped, caught bled on held tips
branded for closure up-kept the burn of...
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See..
this is the problem when I drink..I need a girl here..and there isn’t a girl here..
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How am I
gonna go through a bottle of Jack’s in 2 nights..idk but I’m bouta write something else..
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It’s hard to hold in extent when the curse lies behind double doors chained eye-lids in vain, ashamed woven and woken on dormant locks unspoken in mid-thought dark and dim, the fret of groggy vision the misstep in conclusion falls bitter in weak fingers drawn out on pictures perfect, perfected only in hind sight reflectors broken in utility, unity varied in love’s grin strung out in...
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Pricked in calling numbing, cold aligning your touch skinned down to the bone, shaken from boots walked from down the line a tightrope, pledged in foot line waited awaiting in final gulp, sucked up punched in the gut balanced precision lies in quantity, a fixture of wings that defy gravity if it’s to much to bare, hands fiddle with remark to you in dose, reached in back pocket a letter,...
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Set On Whiskey Dreams
Distilled from alliteration enthused on containment, lynched minds compress and compare garlanded hand-less in a slow clap, abash in tendon stroked, soothed brash and thick lipped frothed kneed and scraped in heading paneled one in be-headed, exploitation from woven curtain and sleep stained pillow cases drench my senses in a soothing nothingness, fullness white walls teeming in idea streaming,...
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Your missed words replay in my mind over and over, the subtle, sensitive sounds play like a base on my ear drums, clogged and selfish through ears unworthy and a heart full of regret, you never looked more beautiful, intoxicating these waves of a lovely song crashing over me, misheard through the whistling breeze, strumming your auburn hair melodic and enthralling I drown out mesmerized, I’d...
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I'm Not A Poet
Misshaped and tantalizing thrown in conjunction slewed with no meaning, a poetic-less approach I see eyes different, so i embrace in tongue-twisted rhythm of pens less deserving, attested and tested on novelty and origin, sculpted originality ceased on emotion felt rattled and tested in thought, some-less senseless on over aged fingers and lost love provocation, thrown out in unused template, I...
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Bouta Go For A Run
On toes tipped dressed and dawn, hydrated nights lead in approve on check-point crossing, the rise of the sun intrigue bent in limb, stretching the heavens glow moonlit hatted fit in ear-plugged, sounds of lyric haunted and split binding to nature bound to mentality, on ankles pinched and lungs tested, awed in distance I silence kept hands.
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I’m a walking paradox limped into action caressed on fingers blinked from unknown chipped from prism found in marker bled through margins, I am fiction fantasized by all flayed in crossings between what is and what I am, or what I’m not opposed to what you see, and saw I’m a picture a figment fixed your eyes lie mine are true but only to who a brew, construed mixed in paint painted in pieces...
