January 2012
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Musedays: Vertigo →
mondaymuse:
by C. Tattiana H-H
And sometimes when the world spins on its axis and I tilt, spin— I see Kepler and orbit.
In an ellipse my angular momentum reaches oh…
because, you know, these nights just happen and we flow with the go.
We creation friction; this is not fiction.
Broken window panes and tables, hearts and memories…
we wake up to the destruction of our… our…
we wake up in...
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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...
– Edgar Allan Poe (via nephsmadhouse)
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