"in the arms of morpheus "
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“We wouldn’t be talking regularly if I didn’t find you interesting” “so once the novelty wears off you won’t?” The back of my throat tightens. I contemplate walking out into the hazy humidity of the night to get a strawberry milkshake just for a semblance of what summer is meant to be. My days are a dim imitation of the nights I spend alone, mental process and ... » Continue Reading
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He approached as though detecting the morose quality to my gaze as I sat, curled in the wire chair. "here's this back, so you won't be lonely." The old man returned the chair to the cafe table I sat at. I smiled, motioning to the chair. "My companion." The small velcro pouch beside my laptop caught his eye. "what's that?" "This?" I pulled open the velcro, revealing the reflective cheap black p... » Continue Reading
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"What if we're overcome by a feeling? It's a feeling we cannot explain. And where would that feeling lead us if we acted on it?" If there are windows to sublime perception in all of us, I feel as though there has been one left open within me, filling me with an unruly draft I cannot locate the origin of. I am a bound specter haunting the architecturely confusing structure of my being. THe colors... » Continue Reading
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ABBOT. This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as is, It is an awful chaos-- light and darkness-- And mind and dust-- and passions and pure thoughts Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive: he will perish. --- Manfred , Lord Byron » Continue Reading
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Curiosity won out and I followed the draw of the wand, stopping at the desk to question the old lady as to it's origins. "oh my, what is it?" She'd asked as she examined the hilt. "Not sure, some kind of wand, I think." I ran my thumb over A star of david inset with a red rhinestone on the anterior of the hilt. It was a creative piece, but not one I'd spend $69 dollars on. I examined it with m... » Continue Reading
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to meet a lover's embrace his chest flushed primrose one who reminds me of what it is to view fourfold for the subliminity in his cornflower eyes reminds me of the unsanctioned divinity residing within me like guiding genius, my magician calls me sweetly pensive with the press of my cheek to his arm He rests jasmine and other blooms of prophecy upon me and spectates the night sky in my every ra... » Continue Reading
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There is little more pain I've known than the pity of a dear friend in your regard. A well wish affirming my fears more biting than any scornful comment could have been. I was reminded why I preferred the facade of intimidation over being an invisible creature of pitiable nature. Fearsome does not want for anything, fearsome does not ache at the absence of beauty. I ached deep in my chest for the ... » Continue Reading
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There were many passersby to spectate but I sat with a hollow misery in my chest, a dark chocolate mocha tucked to the corner of the table beside my laptop. I had walked there with a heavy heart, eyes and lips red and swollen from tears as I listened to a song I had long since forgotten from my tumultuous youth. The day was unseasonably warm, the sun an ironic twist against my face. I deliberated ... » Continue Reading
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"One of the key characteristics of Romanticism is the tendency is to Side with the underdog." My eyes drifted to the word Morpheus underlined in deep red, bracketed by red hearts, the lettering slightly mangled and spotted by the photocopy job. "furthermore, the romantics were preoccupied with the sublime-- not that which was traditionally beautiful, but awesome, terrifying." I felt a bit bett... » Continue Reading
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The shop was a fragrant and warm reprieve from the rain and the cold, though I had no intention of buying any of the overpriced kitschy glittery gift-shop mystic merchandise on the shelves. The girl behind the counter, a bespectacled blond in earthenware with microbangs, greeted me upon my entry. I fondled the dangling automatized pendulum of a contraption labeled "decision maker' and asked it whe... » Continue Reading
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I'd barely managed to leap out of the way before the car came to a halt, my legs tangling and knees knocking together like a deer evading headlights. I considered delivering a swift kick to the bumper with my demonias, but ultimately decided against it. Anyone crazy enough to attempt vehicular assault was likely not someone in which to engage in escalation, especially with my only defense against ... » Continue Reading
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