new username; "emiilie"
check it out! i've got more pieces to put up.


Godspeak.she sits with a quiet meager smile at a table of people she feels nothing for. between cigarette smoke and the smoke of nostalgic reminiscing. she is pressed into the porus ivory marrow of her own small existence. foam lacing the inside of her fingerprinted beerglass. they grin and sputter flurred, fuzzy words between erratic fits of laughter. red resses, corduroy coats, old hats. she drums her fingers lightly on the table. tarnished silver wrings wrapped aroundGodspeak.
her bleached flesh. her dirty bones. soft saxaphones and smatters of blurred noise; un
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Who am I? how did it came to this and shit?
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em[ily] ^_^;
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Who am I? how did it came to this and shit?
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em[ily] ^_^;
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If I was rude, then I am sorry, I was just putting in my
and welcome ^_^
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kawainess
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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." -John Cage
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