krazyivan187

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always be closing

in this wax fruit bowl world, i admire the plastic foliage, perfectly positioned for maximum appeal. i stare at the Virgin Mary, too numerous to count, stacked and lined up, offering ceramic salvation. enormous beautiful faces, their eyes constanly following, void of any emotion, but none the less, perfect. strangers pass me quickly, important memos, meetings,and missions, urgent questions need urgent answers of how to sell more wax fruit.

i ran by krazyivan187, literature

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i ran

i ran i ran all the way to you, the phone was swinging gently, as my shadow left the doorway. i ran i ran under a star filled sky, no shoes covered my feet, my heart falling steeply. i ran i ran because you said you couldn't go on, my fist invaded your locked door, a cry bursting from my panting lungs. i ran i ran against the fear, fear that you were running, running from your beautiful life.

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the moon silently sobs it's light cascades over my tears at they hover quietly on their fleshy ledge my body is limp the Sesame Street lunch box lies open it's bowels spilt over the cold black asphalt peanut butter sandwichs and a note of "I'm sorry" lay entwined my rainbow cotton shirt and Osh Bekosh overalls are out of place in this desert plain predators slink in the murky silence as i watch for the amber illumination of a reverse gear and your return instead the light is quickly consumed my heart droops and i am left alone.

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Untitled For Now by krazyivan187, literature

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Untitled For Now

Delicate human being, Soft and intricate, A fragile little world have you, Held together with popsicle stick memories, And a glue made of tears. When will you learn little being, That your world is crumbling? The lies you've spun are collapsing, Your plastic "Welcome" mat is worn, And you refuse to admire in mirrors. You are lost little human being, A sea of loneliness you sail, Rivers of happiness is what you seek, But you are no explorer, No compass or map with guide this course. Alas, the sun will call you home, Her smile will warm your soul, And you will find solace in her embrace. For you are little, human being, And y

an afternoon with leney by krazyivan187, literature

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an afternoon with leney

she caresses my face tenderly, in an embrace of solace i am held, stretched along the long couch, rain as background noise to the mood, i stare silently as she watches t.v. in the flickering darkness, the light dances in her beauty, a blue angel above me, keeping me safe from fear, and saving me from my self destruction. she turns to face me, a slow smile emerges, my heart sighs in contentment, for i have everything in her, but that is just a memory. of an afternoon with leney...

lins by krazyivan187, literature

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lins

her spirit was the first thing i noticed, she is a prescence, a warm light that makes a room feel cozy, like home. next was her smile, some what mischevious but dipped in cleverness, dazzling my heart with simple joy, like a child seeing a rainbow for the first time. her strength inspires me, courage like a phoenix, refusing to be extinguished, only to rise stronger than before. acceptance is what makes us friends, she doesn't judge my appearance, or my clumsy shyness, she only sees me and cares. and for that i feel lucky...

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Canada
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Current Residence: Canada
Favourite genre of music: punk
Favourite photographer: you
Favourite style of art: you too
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: WinAMP
Shell of choice: DOS
Wallpaper of choice: 1280x960
Skin of choice: MMD3 (Winamp3)
Favourite cartoon character: Ziggy, he's just so terrible.
Personal Quote: when you find something you love, hold on tight with both hands. I keep slipping.

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changes every time i come here

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anything original that moves me

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Hayden

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Eddie Vedder

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Quake3

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krazyivan187

Dec 20, 2004

eternal sunshine of a spotless mind

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i feel like i am building up to some gigantic let down...  something huge, something that will crush me under the weight of it's revelation...  like the meaning of life is to keep buying freeze dried coffee when everyone would prefer it fresh...  i don't know...  it's intangible, but yet it haunts me every fucking day of my life... i wake up, go to work, come home...  repeat, reuse, recycle...  i just thought things would amount to more...  i always said i wouldnt become part of the automaton machine that i see every day...  the people you see on the bus the have that blank stare...  as if they don't see the sun anymore... or take comfort in

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krazyivan187

Sep 19, 2004

ressurection of the given up...

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nice guys finish last...  words that are so true to life they are often ignored because if they were ever really acknowledged, few "nice guys" would exist...  i don't know if its the lack of inspiration in the human soul...  the bombardment of society to focus strictly on material/physical importance... or the fact that people just don't give a flying fuck...  mob mentality to trample those in front of you to get to the exit before the place burns down...  everywhere i look some sort of sadness is present...  people on the street, resembling a deer caught in the headlights staring off into some void that only they can see...  terribly afraid

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krazyivan187

Jul 21, 2004

and on that day...

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meh...  why bother... check out "Modest Mouse - Good News For People Who Like Bad News"...  it's...  the cool thing to do...  oh, it's a band...  

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akusclub

Jun 26, 2005

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