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Scripted

Is there a word 

Which defines perfectly

How you push me

Beautifully, 

Moving me forward

On words scripted for the stars

Today’s stream of consciousness write, brought to you with background influence of Mogwai’s new album zerozerozero. Also, I made a little stick figure story for you.

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SoC Sunday

Or as it’s really called, stream of consciousness Sunday. That’s just a lot to type and 100% honest, I spell consciousness wrong 100% of the time.

1.

Your feelings are a beast of a person

But we know you don’t always want to feel

So we can just rip them out

The spine of everything human

Connected to every nervous tick

Can just be peeled right off

For your enjoyment

2.

I’ve done everything to trigger what memories are left

Impressions on the soul with a smell and taste but no vision

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Full but Empty

I have a goal of doing a stream of consciousness write everyday to get myself back to the habit and writing every day.

I thought about writing

Comparing dressers

Full but empty

With shirts ripped and stained

And jeans frayed

But life got in the way

So I stuffed my feelings

To the back of the drawer

Just another shirt

Paint stained and bloodied

To be forgotten

But easily retrieved

In the depths of a dresser

Stuffed with regrets

But empty

Just like me

Also, music:

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We Were More Than Ghosts — Pint Sized Lit

By: Linda M. Crate we’re just ghostsonce we knew each othernow we just wisheach other a happy birthdayon facebook,and i used to mournthe loss of everything we had;used to talk for hourschildhood youth twined us tightas the golden rods dancingin the field—childhood innocence and growing pains,and everything between;you were always so strongand so bravei admired […]

We Were More Than Ghosts —
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Jealous of My Wings —

By: Linda M. Crate “you’re not as pureas the driven white snow.” didn’t realizethat being humanwas a purity test,yes,i am far from perfect; but at least i admitmy mistakes and flaws— you were a devilwho insisted he were an angel,trying to inhibit my flightbecause you were jealousof my wings. Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in […]

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