I’m an origami angel, constructed in paper
Chaotic and entangled, instructed by danger
Dark iron butterfly, filled with flightless grace
Another bridge of sighs, quilted in blank space
I stay around even though I’m weightless
Somethin to do with my hate for the faithless
Ironic that my physical state is nameless
Probably takes fate to determine what my name is
I live in the unreality of my verse
Sick with the triviality of words
Don’t mind me, another fatality on the curb
Too bad in reality I’ve already lost my nerve
A worn down coat, covered in patches
I’m all about side-notes, more combustible than matches
Above everyone I float, yet I still remain classless
Stare into my eyes, I’m alive under the ashes







:] greetz
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i like my loneliness and the thoughts it brings...
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"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why."
-William Faulkner
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You the babe with the power! {what power?} The power of voodoo! {who do?} You do! {What?} Remind me of the babe!!
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"Well now, that was unexpected."
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You the babe with the power! {what power?} The power of voodoo! {who do?} You do! {What?} Remind me of the babe!!
It's deeply appreciated.
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To stop a nosebleed, apply pressure.
To start a nosebleed, apply greater pressure in short - repeated bursts.
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"Well now, that was unexpected."
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"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why."
-William Faulkner
[Thanks for pimpin' me, yo.