|By Head_Prosthesis on Friday, May 18, 2001 - 07:04 am: Edit|
I'm off to conduct an internal search then. I'll report later...
|By Verawench on Thursday, May 17, 2001 - 11:45 pm: Edit|
Probably the same people that make head prostheses.
|By Head_Prosthesis on Thursday, May 17, 2001 - 11:42 pm: Edit|
Do you know if anyone makes Windex for the soul?
|By Verawench on Thursday, May 17, 2001 - 10:36 pm: Edit|
Somebody spat at the moon tonight
It smears and streaks itself
onto windows with a longing;
cracks the mirrors in light-flooded interiors
before which she stands, weaving into her hair
black feathers and bits of despair -
while solitude stiffens her skirts
And swims in a vial of tears;
at her side:
A night that is hollow and flawless.
The night, she believed, dreams of his eyes,
Those timid, sad lanterns swung in mid stride.
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