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How cruel (have we become) To know (what we have done) Tomorrow, another one ("Dear, you're not here.")
The closer to the end the more satisfying it getsâŚ
When I havenât been kissed in a long time, I create civil disturbances, then insult the cops who show up, till one of them grabs me by the collar and hurls me up against the squad car, so I can remember, at least for a moment, what itâs like to be touched.
Jeffrey McDaniel, âWhen A Man Hasnât Been Kissedâ (via lifeinpoetry)

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Thatâs the spirit he knows he needs. The way warriors who have already chosen death are always stronger than those fighting to live. You donât fight for life, you fight for victory, two very different things.
- Toby Barlow: Sharp Teeth (via msfehrwight)
Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza.
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (via liquidnonsense)
[cue the sudden strangling feeling of missing 'bastian, breath catching in his throat until he's coughing with the pain of it, bent double and miserable
once, there would have been a steady sniper there to help, a warm hand on his back and another on his chest, pressing just hard enough to show him where to breathe, now.
well now he's paying for the folly of becoming so dependent, in great heaving gasps that die away to leave him kneeling on the floor, forehead pressed into the cold wood like maybe if he tries hard enough he can push his skull open.]
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The ability to stop thinking--
[lays down softly where did that gosh darned sniper go he needs to have his hair played with]
Paolo Troilo (b.1972, Italy)
Paolo Troiloâs artistic expression characterizes for the originality of the formal procedure. His working instruments are not brushes or palettes, but only his hands: one spreads colors, unfolding at the same time his five fingers, the other holds the mobile phone, which reports the picture of him as the model. Troilusâ painting is predominantly bi-color, based on the use of ivory and âgray payneâ or ivory and âgreen bladderâ. This choice gives strength and vigor to every brush stroke. Since 2006, Paolo Troilo took part to Miart, Art Verona and to many group and solo exhibitions.
[more Paolo Troilo | artist found at fer1972]
I was the match, and you were the rock (Maybe we started this fire--)
Trust is giving them the knife.
Six Word Story #35 by absentions (via absentions)

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i found this in another school cubicle. the next day it had been painted overÂ
"the ones you love become ghosts inside you,
and like this you keep them aliveâ
If I never lied (then baby you'd be the truth.)