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not again not for a while my belly will remain dormant it will not swell and we will not look on it expectantly no not for a while the natives can rest at ease we are caught in gazes like relief and where have you been and did you see him? I saw him sometimes the Death card is your next turnaround so I put my hand over my mouth I put my eyes into the sky that day the blood came out and I am not a Christian woman but oh god- oh god oh god oh god I swallowed it down Yes, I swallowed god and every breath light leaving for Australia's edge to hide in the desert uterus danced it out through the soles in my feet just

Paper Raincoats by thestrand, literature

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Paper Raincoats

I heard a song and a sip of tea too strong for me, But I took it anyway The way bells ring sometimes only in the West I'd like to think time would wait for me in the cloud pockets like bags collecting mail, slow this down slow me down So I can feel this My skin never dries under the paper raincoat, And she says, "Well at least when its wet it can't cut you" but she doesn't know She doesn't know that I would love to bleed Some colour in the grey, some ice cream sandwiches and peanut butter Some light caught in the leaves The green I need some in me But the paper just molds to me and tears and makes its way towar

Williamsburg by thestrand, literature

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Williamsburg

The days are made of clay and the geese are hissing in the black shitpot walkways when I walk by, waiting for the punch but I'm glad that they know better At least someone knew better, my red face is leaking out onto this floor, and they want to snuff me out like a cigarette they just sucked the grit out of You knows boys, I think you should make them pay more as long as its white they will be willing to fold out their pockets, as long as its white And she says, Where are the Indians? I don't see them anywhere (Go buy some post cards, Nana, you won't find them here.) But Pocahontas in a wig is good at telling lies, an

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Sticks and dirt in my shoes, this is how I carry myself around without you And no one understands why I wrap the wire so tight but I know and you know that we cannot go deep enough so its quiet out there, where they see my lips my nose and my eyes - a bland formation on a lifeless landscape I used to see the pumpkin seeds buried and they were beneath the deck, how things grow in the dark I know And I think of you when I am locked up in my covers waiting for tomorrow Moving above and in between, sometimes you live only inside of me so when my fingers roam we can just pretend even if this doesn't make sense and the

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Fingerprints

My time with you Unraveling, a coil That releases Itself and pushes To newer levels Of low Gravity turns to Players and switches from One kill to another And I want you To come and Break me A blank canvas Waiting for the Creation, the link In physical separation Blue carries me and This black I want to feel Long after you're gone Crossing my legs, I know I know I want to taste it On the twists of my memory, Vividly, to contain You here inside of me And I want you To come and Break me Show me my fragility

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I have looked for your serpent skin, dried and patterned unevenly abandoned under my knuckles, in the presence of birth still slippery and emerging. I jumped with hair tied of crimson breed, so I left no differently- yes, it was rapid. I have no right to string these anchors to your lips and watch them dip, dip, dip into an exhalation of insults and stale pie, that was not my intent but I wandered down, the crown extended and superseded, with ease and lifted I found my pots empty.

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Artist // Student

United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: southern Appalachia
Personal Quote: "I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself." - DHL

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thestrand

Feb 2, 2007

online identity is curious

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https://like_skin.livejournal.com https://www.myspace.com/chasingtrains https://www.flickr.com/people/unicorntaxidermy https://thestrand.vox.com

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thestrand

Nov 4, 2006

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thestrand

Aug 6, 2006

it's the little things

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22 July 06+ fresh peaches + Under the Tuscan Sun + library books (on world mythology) + green rooibos tea + clarity + more flower photos + ideas for designs + notes to Alice + a soft, fresh roll  + corn on the cob + bells ringing, right on time 24 July 06 + homemade smoothies + chopping vegetables + Lila Downs + cleaning/organizing the painting studio + wild raspberry Icees + fresh blueberries + Chopin + a new, well-fitting shirt + old, comfortable shoes 1 August 06 + hopelessly cheerful brick bell towers + seeing him in two weeks + in Montreal + productivity + mango popsicles + experimenting with prismacolor pastels + drawing naked peopl

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augustmelody

Feb 23, 2009

Hello,

I'm sending messages to my watchers letting them know that I've appreciated them throughout the years and it was very flattering that over 100 people were interested enough in my work to add me to their watch list. I'd like to redirect you to my most recent journal entry, where I describe why I'm leaving the site. The bottom suggests different ways to follow my work, and most importantly gives the link to my blog: kaylieabela [dot] blogspot [dot] com. I wish you luck with your future endeavors as well!

CapnDeek373

Jan 1, 2007

Happy New Year!

Anybody seen my brain? Lost it somewhere between last night and this morning....

chopchoywarrior

Dec 21, 2006

haha, i just love your 'they call it purging'
did you create some other funny stuff like that?

originill

Sep 19, 2006

bring me somethin nice.

Tattered-Artemisia

Aug 23, 2006

Hey don't worry about leaving comments on everything. I'm having a hard time keeping up with people myself. I'll have to grab you on aim or the phone some time and then we can truely review and catch up.

ps. aim name was forcefully changed to ReiDychild

screamingfish

Jul 15, 2006

Thanks for the favorites!!

udrite

Jul 9, 2006

I don't understand that question, but thanks.