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HarryHill
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Renovation Archaeology
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Grid lines laid, the digging begins,
unearthing photo's of family and friends
some so precious now as to bring a gasp,
exclamation of discovery, laid carefully aside
as the next artifact comes into sight
Discharges, certificates, diplomas,
receipts and business cards
each must be inspected, kept or discarded
as in the case of fossilized crackers,
still unmolded by the passing of time
less than pristine preservation
..
Grid lines laid, the digging begins,
unearthing photo's of family and friends
some so precious now as to bring a gasp,
exclamation of discovery, laid carefully aside
as the next artifact comes into sight
Discharges, certificates, diplomas,
receipts and business cards
each must be inspected, kept or discarded
as in the case of fossilized crackers,
still unmolded by the passing of time
less than pristine preservation
HarryHill
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..
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Grid lines laid, the digging begins,
unearthing photo's of family and friends
some so precious now as to bring a gasp,
exclamation of discovery, laid carefully aside
as the next artifact comes into sight
Discharges, certificates, diplomas,
receipts and business cards
each must be inspected, kept or discarded
as in the case of fossilized crackers,
still unmolded by the passing of time
less than pristine preservation
And as the dust of ages falls away
from trash left from days long gone
forgotten treasures once bemoaned as having lost
my fathers gold watch still ticks with a turn of the winding wheel
the Turquoise ring still hangs heavy on my hand
silver long turned black, along with the Mercury dime,
made necklace, long lost to my mind,
a hundred used batteries to feed to the sock monster
already filled but not sated
butters
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HarryHill
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you've been treasure-hunting
That was just an end table cleaned out to move, found enough loose change to buy a dozen doughnuts
Still haven't cleaned off the top of your dresser. I finally found the key to the Chifforobe and opened it. ETA: link
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tedsbeds
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Lit Hos
I sit here liquered up on vodka, must be good vodka cuz ican't taste it. I am thinking of all the delightful avatars and pics and gifs I have seen here . Many I night I have fantasied on what it would be like to slide my tongue up between a lucious pair of thighs and lick my way to Nirvana. for that is what I cherish to lick a sweet pussy, to swirl my tongue around a pair of nice succulant lips watching them become engorged, listening to her breath become more rapid. MMM the aroma of a juicy pussy. you girls, you know the charm that lies between your legs . some of you girls also know the taste, relish the taste the smell of a hot juicy cunt. Ah the lips, thast tiny bud , there just waiting for that first touch, almost pulsating for that touch. But wait not so fast there is so much more territory to cover, to explore.
Hmm, I'll come back soon!
I sit here liquered up on vodka, must be good vodka cuz ican't taste it. I am thinking of all the delightful avatars and pics and gifs I have seen here . Many I night I have fantasied on what it would be like to slide my tongue up between a lucious pair of thighs and lick my way to Nirvana. for that is what I cherish to lick a sweet pussy, to swirl my tongue around a pair of nice succulant lips watching them become engorged, listening to her breath become more rapid. MMM the aroma of a juicy pussy. you girls, you know the charm that lies between your legs . some of you girls also know the taste, relish the taste the smell of a hot juicy cunt. Ah the lips, thast tiny bud , there just waiting for that first touch, almost pulsating for that touch. But wait not so fast there is so much more territory to cover, to explore.
Hmm, I'll come back soon!
sweetlikecandy33
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Am I crazy?
Am I crazy ? Maybe I'm just plain nuts I can not believe I have let you back in here after all the many shades of blue you have made me fucking feel. Even when i can hear your voice drawing near I have never felt so alone. You have used and abused me let me think even for a split second I was loved. Made me feel like a used up chew toy after you finished ripping me to shreds. Because of you I am truly am broken, crazy, and nuts. Thanks for nothing!!
Am I crazy ? Maybe I'm just plain nuts I can not believe I have let you back in here after all the many shades of blue you have made me fucking feel. Even when i can hear your voice drawing near I have never felt so alone. You have used and abused me let me think even for a split second I was loved. Made me feel like a used up chew toy after you finished ripping me to shreds. Because of you I am truly am broken, crazy, and nuts. Thanks for nothing!!
Graf_Severin
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Hang in. May the shades of blue dissolve and leave clarity and a stronger soul.
sweetlikecandy33
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Very appreciated thank you sometimes i just need to vent☺
Graf_Severin
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Hey, it can bring some healthy distance to what's so viscerally felt. Immediate therapy. Be well!
UnderYourSpell
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I orgasmed
in a dream,
a fleeting second
of exquisite
perfection.
in a dream,
a fleeting second
of exquisite
perfection.
champagne1982
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I met a man who could talk to God.
He said he could but I don't know,
maybe he was just sayin' a prayer.
For all I know, God could hang out
at bars and buy whiskey for mooches
and hookers, or maybe God is where
you need him most. He said he asked
God what the mess was all about,
global warming, nuclear disasters,
and assorted other shit that seems
to be draggin' mankind into a state
really really distant from Eden,
or any semblance of that garden.
He said, God just bought another drink
and muttered how He just didn't know.
How He was drunk and lonely and confused
when it all happened. I guess humanity
really is created in His image and so,
we don't have as far to go to perfection,
as we always thought we did.
He said he could but I don't know,
maybe he was just sayin' a prayer.
For all I know, God could hang out
at bars and buy whiskey for mooches
and hookers, or maybe God is where
you need him most. He said he asked
God what the mess was all about,
global warming, nuclear disasters,
and assorted other shit that seems
to be draggin' mankind into a state
really really distant from Eden,
or any semblance of that garden.
He said, God just bought another drink
and muttered how He just didn't know.
How He was drunk and lonely and confused
when it all happened. I guess humanity
really is created in His image and so,
we don't have as far to go to perfection,
as we always thought we did.
Angeline
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Nice. Made me think of that Tom Waits line, "There ain't no hell there's only God when he's drunk."
UnderYourSpell
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Life is a maze,
with no discernible
way out.
Try to break through
the high hedges
only to be torn apart
by the thorns
of someone else's
deliberate disdain.
Better perhaps to let
those thorns
claim life's blood,
than to struggle onward
into an empty void.
with no discernible
way out.
Try to break through
the high hedges
only to be torn apart
by the thorns
of someone else's
deliberate disdain.
Better perhaps to let
those thorns
claim life's blood,
than to struggle onward
into an empty void.
HarryHill
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..
*Door opens, Harry walks into an empty bedroom waiting for the painter to come to the end of his current obligations and arrive with all the vigor and straightforwardness an hourly employee can muster. He lays on the bare wood floor and stares up at the shadows cast across the ceiling from an overhead fan and a single bare neon bulb*
If life is a maze then,
it's been a grand adventure
no matter the twisty turns n mashed hedges
a few Saturday nights ago
torn by thorns crawling from the wreckage
life's blood a patina of the long delivery
into the void.
Lacking all save floor and walls,
I spin with the fan, wheeling into the future,
falling into the subfloor, covered plank by plank in hardwood
feet walk above
sole-full, pink
and I
stare
up
into the dim recess of a nightgown,
dreaming
of soft grey walls and full bookshelves,
a bed with quilted pillows turned 'tward the rising sun
Blue men watering to yellow tunes and the rest of the boys
Cavorting
at will
spin
away out the window
beyond this sad patch of manicured habitation
surrounded by brambles and thickets, roofed by old growth
butters
High on a Hill
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reads and re-reads... the ease with which you take the reader with your narrator never fails to impress me,and this piece takes me on a mind-journey of movement contrasting with a particular kind of stillness: the movement of entering, laying down, that hypnotic spinning of the fan, the sinking beneath into another level of life, then the spinning away in a new/old direction. 
i wondered if the blue and yellow references weren't too specific (your art) but i think it works without that insider knowledge on the basis of the things those colours' implications.
i wondered if the blue and yellow references weren't too specific (your art) but i think it works without that insider knowledge on the basis of the things those colours' implications.
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HarryHill
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reads and re-reads... the ease with which you take the reader with your narrator never fails to impress me,and this piece takes me on a mind-journey of movement contrasting with a particular kind of stillness: the movement of entering, laying down, that hypnotic spinning of the fan, the sinking beneath into another level of life, then the spinning away in a new/old direction.
i wondered if the blue and yellow references weren't too specific (your art) but i think it works without that insider knowledge on the basis of the things those colours' implications.
Now if I could only speak
the folks at vocaroo must be sitting in a room somewhere laughing their asses off
butters
High on a Hill
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Now if I could only speak
*shakes head* always so quick to put yourself down, always so generous to others... sort it out
HarryHill
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..*shakes head* always so quick to put yourself down, always so generous to others... sort it out
well, I'm making a point of sorts, it reads okay but when you try to recite you get some plosives? peach, petunia pound that 'pah' that sounds horrid when recorded, I need to try one only thinking of how it will sound when spoken if that makes sense *shrugs*
HarryHill
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Good evening smithpeter; did you see me rush straight to the end and begin filling your ear with the overflow of my grey bin.
A ghost
walks in
slow measured steps
through the darkened house
past pools of light and glasses
trips on the rug
curses
..
Shall we embrace our voices
that line alone fills me with dread
too many tooth hissed sssilibantsss
oh, that's the one, what was the name of it butters?
I can lisp with the best of them
too many tooth hissth thillibanttttss
or no
canapé
canopy
catastrophe
The h'orderves served under the awning were atrocious
Damn I want to try three more but I'm anticipating and skewing the key
stones
scones
strewn
nope, I want 3 more
So fuck it, smithpeter, I'm for bed while you sit in your Zenesque contemplation of the few thoughts I've left or perhaps I'm mistaken and your asleep behind those fixed eyes; in that case, goodnight.
Note: the time of this live write is not available, but is it was ...
hint: I was on this page so long, it timed out when I tried to post and I had to copy and paste
A ghost
walks in
slow measured steps
through the darkened house
past pools of light and glasses
trips on the rug
curses
..
Shall we embrace our voices
that line alone fills me with dread
too many tooth hissed sssilibantsss
oh, that's the one, what was the name of it butters?
I can lisp with the best of them
too many tooth hissth thillibanttttss
or no
canapé
canopy
catastrophe
The h'orderves served under the awning were atrocious
Damn I want to try three more but I'm anticipating and skewing the key
stones
scones
strewn
nope, I want 3 more
So fuck it, smithpeter, I'm for bed while you sit in your Zenesque contemplation of the few thoughts I've left or perhaps I'm mistaken and your asleep behind those fixed eyes; in that case, goodnight.
Note: the time of this live write is not available, but is it was ...
hint: I was on this page so long, it timed out when I tried to post and I had to copy and paste
HarryHill
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Shipwrecked on the Sea of Diversity
It all began so well,
harbor abaft, fair seas ahead,
voyage begun, full wind in sail,
spume flung from a galloping bow
then it all went bad
fourteen days out of port, the bosun called
'half a league and shoaling fast'
then a crash as we run aground
on the stones of Red Book reef
venomoussssss
It all began so well,
harbor abaft, fair seas ahead,
voyage begun, full wind in sail,
spume flung from a galloping bow
then it all went bad
fourteen days out of port, the bosun called
'half a league and shoaling fast'
then a crash as we run aground
on the stones of Red Book reef
butters
High on a Hill
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there's poetry in a grave stone
that single name
isobelle
afloat
in a cool grey sea
polished granite
silken to the touch
as if fingertips could hear the
whispers of her name
on quiet tides
when ears hear only emptiness
flicking through the channels, half asleep, something in french... a watery-looking headstone, a name 'isobelle something or other'. isobelle. ina french accent. a name ripe for poetry.
that single name
isobelle
afloat
in a cool grey sea
polished granite
silken to the touch
as if fingertips could hear the
whispers of her name
on quiet tides
when ears hear only emptiness
flicking through the channels, half asleep, something in french... a watery-looking headstone, a name 'isobelle something or other'. isobelle. ina french accent. a name ripe for poetry.
