HayfeverPulling golden rods from my eyes Praying someday I'll see again Pollen tip toes across my shoulder blades While the raindrops sing their sweet so longsHayfever
I will the jeweled birds to fly circles around my ankles And the feathers fall to my soles I refuse to set them free Since the sentence isn't over And I want to make a fire
Maybe I’ll take to the crooked path To match my irregular steps Hoping to hear something I’ll believe in
After all this is done: Follow flickering candles With peacoats and wool shirts Glancing at the sea
Passed Over Telephone WiresStars are liars.Passed Over Telephone Wires
They dare to only show the minimum.
"I know you have more."
They twinkle with false sincerity.
"Dear, this is all we have.
But we're hoping to get
a new shipment in soon."
Curse supply and demand.
Even the sky is catching on.
So with a little bit of patience,
(And perhaps a little jig)
The curtain shifts
And you got what you came for.
But droplets spark against the glass
And I rea
Devious Journal Entry
Hi Laine!
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"An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we may call common sense has been removed from this four-cornered world." - Souseki Natsume
I love you! I hope you're having fun in Maine!
I'm rarely updating new stuff though cause school is hectic. love you!
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coming up roses everywhere you go.
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Art for Adoption Auction ----> [link]
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BOOK A PHOTOSHOOT:
[link] <-- online portfolio.
[link] <-- photo myspace.
courtneyscalzo <-- aim.
couuurrrttt@aim.com <-- email.
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to obtain a bird's eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze.
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shadz_rockin
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