Seriously.


Portland's Ghosthis voice calls to me through the darkness softly, at my ear the whispered words telling of a life i've only imagined. his life is echoed among these streets, meanings strewn among blocks and parks and names and places; an entire book as a city which no one can ever read. often have i dreamed of finding him here on the bus, eyes glued to the rain trailing down the window or on a sidewalk head down eyes averted trying to get to a place where everything is okay. as i wander i wonder, was he here? is he here? in lifPortland's Ghost


Wonderthere once was a boy who could enchant whole crowds at a simple stroke of his fingers upon stringsWonder
he entertains, and despite his remarkable talent he is unimpressed by himself and seems almost embarassed by the response his art creates
only human, he sees himself as only human and though he strives for perfection he knows he can never achieve it and that is okay
every night, he plays a show and every night, he's on the road going forth once more to spread the word and change the face of the world
spellbound


Buskerthere is a boy there is a boy on a street corner i am in portland, and there is a boy on a street corner playing his violin among all the tall buildingsBusker
i am here for a concert, though not his, but still my attention is caught by his bow and empty violin case
he is playing for money he is playing for money but his case is empty he is busking and rather unsuccessfully at that and i would have him know that i would like nothing more than to throw a handful of bills into the void enclosed by red velvet
his eye catches mine, and he starts play


Greeneri don't think i've ever seen the sun so bright as it's reflecting off your smile ready for it i wait, crouched, as you casually toss words as easily as the disc making me laugh and distracted as i then have to chase down the landed frisbee who am i to argue? you have been here since before time, it seems and you are so well-adapted, so well adjusted, that i admit i am more than a little awedGreener
you are grass
and green spinning boundless energy are you showing off, or is this just how you are? i wouldn't know for s
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§ister §tyx
~~~~§oft music may carry you off to sweet dreams, ~~~~
~~~~~~~~but swift wings carry you off to silent §leep.~~~
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I am beauty~I am strength~I am fire~I am love
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Regards,
ZFP
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Bigger you give, bigger you get.
Boss at denial, but best at forget.
Cupboard is empty, we really need food.
Summer is winter, and you always knew...
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Proud to be an Avatard!
I still say that you should move down here and we could live together and go to school.
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"Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality."
-"Unable are the Loved to die," Emily Dickinson
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The nastiest thing i've ever seen.
91.2.14.06
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My subatomic particles are tingling.
Mad Kat Kiper
Member of The Shoe Crew.
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"Because nice boys
don't go'round
with girls like
you."
He clipped every syllable off with his teeth
like biting through cement.
Well, I had a rejoinder of my own:
"Is that so?
Just watch me."
p.s. there's much better stuff in my gallery hehe
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Take a knife to your wrist, make the point bend...cut it deep, it's the new thing
Baby please make this last forever, it's just the latest fashion scene
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