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It’s good just to write sometimes. I haven’t put finger to keyboard in so long I’ve forgotten how it feels to see my brain spill out on the screen. I think that’s what attracts me to writing. I can see what I’m thinking. It gives form to the gray mushy ether. Feel rusty, though. My fingers are clumsy, moving like stunned moles butting their way through earth, blind and numb. I break out in a sweat when I can’t think of the word I need. Even now I am second guessing myself. The skills may ne
by ~Robberfly-Warren
Art and DeathArt & Death Sometimes I see a documentary or read a biography of a great artist, writer or musician. I find myself waiting for the inevitable turning point in their lives that sculpt them into something supra-human, icons of the human experience, obelisks that stand unhurt in the intellectual wasteland of popular society.* The turning point, is of course, always a tragedy—always, always, always. It breaks them, this shipwreck, this living cancer, and they rebuild themselves as something stronger, more beautiful and meaningful. But still it is not worth it. They’ll neArt and Death
by ~Robberfly-Warren
Where The Center Can Not FloatWe fell silently into the water Where the center of yourself cannot float And we sank, down to scummy bottom And spoke, for the first time, the real first time Our words fat bubbles rising to the broken surface Our broken words, fat with air and bubbling Boiling soft our lives in this naked soup Naked and invulnerable Drunk and unstoppableWhere The Center Can Not Float
by ~Robberfly-Warren
The SneezerI hoped to god it wasn’t a break up lunch, but that’s sure as hell what if felt like. Alley sat there, kind of reserved looking, across the small table from me, twiddling her thumbs in her lap while we waited for our number to be called. We always sat across from one another. It was my fat arms. I didn’t have enough room to eat when we sat by one another, especially at a little table like this. She always thought that was weird, and I always thought that it was a crack. You know, like a fault, the little fissures you see in a relationship at the very beginning beThe Sneezer
by ~Robberfly-Warren
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- Interests: Writing, Reading, Rithmatic
- Favourite movie: The Royal Tenembaums
- Favourite band or musician: Rush
- Favourite genre of music: Prog. Rock
- Favourite artist: Andy Worhal, Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Favourite photographer: John Maplethorpe
- Favourite style of art: Surrealism
- Operating System: XP
- Shell of choice: Turtle
- Wallpaper of choice: Floral
- Skin of choice: Sheep
- Favourite game: Naked Hide and Seek
- Favourite gaming platform: Colecovision
- Favourite cartoon character: Felix the Cat
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