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Jun. 2nd, 2002 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kuangningpoetry? bits 'n' pieces from the LJ analyser thing.
Forget the morning tears
somewhere I can find the tears
every other day is the womb
every other day is the darkness
you can use myself as you
your eyes are limitless
like the consciousness of the tide
aiobheil's livejournal?
(since some of you don't get it: this is an "interpretation" of the content in aiobheil's journal.)
How the day is the moon and you and wane, the by that it it's mine and you the ammonia, it is pissed, like the consciousness of the tide, it's like you build another tree or twice when it will be steadfast in the power to her mom it's removing the ammonia, it is ripe and the coin of first place to climb for a coward. Decide. Forget the morning tears you learn the dangers it, that they know venture past those you run to love fruit you can use myself as you, scrape your eyes are limitless. Happy Birthday, serendipity and you grow up the morning to strike, where you give yourself: to not a calendar; somewhere I can find the tears, like the price they were given to not far away from to make you back to enjoy us all have like you shifting under your feet giving in don't stay the world outside, and you learn to return to shore, and when somebody else has it's like in a the tears. You grow up the womb every other day is the womb every other day is the darkness when you learn that safety more.
-- aiobheil
I think I like it. ... it's surreal enough to suit, with flashes of lucidity, like a peripheral-vision glimpse of something that would be familiar, if it weren't reflected in a bit of broken mirror.
Anyone else wanna give it a try?
http://www.antispin.net/~martine/cgi-bin/insanity.cgi?paid_username.
Forget the morning tears
somewhere I can find the tears
every other day is the womb
every other day is the darkness
you can use myself as you
your eyes are limitless
like the consciousness of the tide
aiobheil's livejournal?
(since some of you don't get it: this is an "interpretation" of the content in aiobheil's journal.)
How the day is the moon and you and wane, the by that it it's mine and you the ammonia, it is pissed, like the consciousness of the tide, it's like you build another tree or twice when it will be steadfast in the power to her mom it's removing the ammonia, it is ripe and the coin of first place to climb for a coward. Decide. Forget the morning tears you learn the dangers it, that they know venture past those you run to love fruit you can use myself as you, scrape your eyes are limitless. Happy Birthday, serendipity and you grow up the morning to strike, where you give yourself: to not a calendar; somewhere I can find the tears, like the price they were given to not far away from to make you back to enjoy us all have like you shifting under your feet giving in don't stay the world outside, and you learn to return to shore, and when somebody else has it's like in a the tears. You grow up the womb every other day is the womb every other day is the darkness when you learn that safety more.
-- aiobheil
I think I like it. ... it's surreal enough to suit, with flashes of lucidity, like a peripheral-vision glimpse of something that would be familiar, if it weren't reflected in a bit of broken mirror.
Anyone else wanna give it a try?
http://www.antispin.net/~martine/cgi-bin/insanity.cgi?paid_username.
