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Genius GeniusGenius by ~Robberfly-Warren
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 need sharpening,
Art and Death Art & DeathArt and Death by ~Robberfly-Warren
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 never revers
Where The Center Can Not Float We fell silently into the waterWhere The Center Can Not Float by ~Robberfly-Warren
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 unstoppable
The Sneezer I 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 bThe Sneezer by ~Robberfly-Warren
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