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and that everywhere
may be
such place:
hay
is much much beautiful
than the ricefields.
she swore to take
photos while the bus
pauses and the driver
pees on the bark of
a tree.
and when the ride
moves forward,
she runs backward
there, to drunken
memories
breaking bars
with her teeth,
coiling so cold inside a giant basin
as people threw to her
ice cubes and ice blocks
from the outside.
but one night,
just a look at the stars
melted everything
and the lilies swarmed
as she sailed kissing
the blue blue sky,
tipsy.
* for you who introduced elliott to me and for ♥↑↓♥
.
@maurya: my girl friend introduced him to me. elliott and me could have had great babies together. 
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
I will always remember you as the bus girl from deviant art who writes erotica with so much toxicity and love. Elliott fucked me. haha!
Posted by maurya at October 4, 2008, 9:21 am