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the better angels by meglocrush, literature

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the better angels

the better angels i found you there (red brass spheres, glass dials & pressure gauges; eidolon dust-dancing chestways and all the little everythings ache atomize and adhere around fingers [these days callused, cracked, desiccated, despairing] swimming in memories startling punch-card code whirring start floods carry off in directions heretofore undiscovered untold )and i was there (imagine the surprise when you look to the west

a voice -o.s.- by meglocrush, literature

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a voice -o.s.-

a voice (o.s.) "Take one"( 1 INT. BEDROOM -- DAY Soft light fills the apartment bedroom of a lost and lonely man. He is looking towards the ceiling and we can see his reflection in a powered-off computer screen. The camera becomes El Greco and the man is St. Peter.) said a sign above a candy dish full of keys. She reached in and plucked one out, placing him securely in her back pocket. She opened the door and walked out. "And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven." Matthew 16:19

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twirl in stills by meglocrush, literature

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twirl in stills

clickclick: frozen. clickclick: frozen. forever -you blush- in black and white. recessed diamonds blue now gray. blonde streams that would trickle through my fingers become intangible in this (unfair) remembrance. the flowers you love(d) (the flowers i said i loved)- placed softly on your favorite dress- blurred by motion. i thought these vows were truths: "til death do us part." but now youre in the ground, and me with a photograph.

one black am by meglocrush, literature

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one black am

3blink 3 blink 3:01 i only bought the clock to keep me company -there was no need to set it. 3:02blink and then it hits (this time everynight): dress me up, a crash (then the gates open), then tumblingfastlikelaudromats spinmespinme... . .hey therewait we're off again deepdeepdarkdarkdepths ghosts&ghosts until finally i come cras h i n g d o w n (like all planes do [should?]) 3:03blink caps twist reach for a glass of water 3:04blink im good again, okay. blink.

tears ensue by meglocrush, literature

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tears ensue

. -. . . . . . "say, iiii heard your mom call you mica (mee'kah)." a...all. all this in nervous !desperation: "can i call you that too?" we once sat (she sat, i sat) we sat. .remember?{ i played guitar, you touched the back of your neck. i sang [words: we could stay forever;] you looked at the floor, turned, smiled; } i remember. i remember you saying: "i wish i could find someone j u s t l i k e y o u ." tears ensue //they really did

fall snowflake by meglocrush, literature

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fall snowflake

she says, "i am the one." and many more afternoons just like this one filled our summer to points of overflowing majesty. she says, "never run." she says, "fall snowflake." and many more embraces from that point on filled my summer with exorbitant amounts of life. she says, "its late." she says, "too late." and just that evening it fell out to the floor our love then became blood on linoleum. she says, "its okay." i spent autumn/winter/spring evenings chasing summer's pink crescent moons nights are spent: caressing/careening onto clinic floors where our love blooms.

i am found by meglocrush, literature

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i am found

.... . .-.. .--. / -- . / ..-. .- - .... . .-. .-.-.- .. / .- -- / .-.. --- ... - .-.-.- cell phone rings. WORK: its 8:05! ME: fire me then. try to find some breakfast. i only have coffee and cigarettes. strange girl is in my room. my bed is the shape of broken heart. it was custom. i thought it would be adorably pretentious. it matches the rest of this apartment. she moves, gags. i cant find my pda. i cant find the keys to the benz. remote control pops the mustang door open. its old, ive had it since high school. that seems like years ago. it smells like a boat. windows down. my stubble matches the smog. it takes 30

breathe in then dont by meglocrush, literature

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days run by sanguru, literature

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days run

reverberation mornings frost bitten nights a pattern lost in time forgotten in fleeting moments star gazing and mind numbing smiles are all to be felt fake down to the last bleeding crack. peaceful mornings restless nights chiseled slowly into my mind fingerprints of a rotten life t-minus two until the final end tacking kisses on walls decorating me. denying mornings confessing nights somewhere imprinted blindly hit between the eyes a cold heart flinches lost in the memories flowing rivers of/in you. friendly mornings (becoming) scarred nights (lost passion) created in your memory (and tears) no, only tears. shakin

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thig

thig i was driving home in the rain late at night theres a space of my car that i can't ever see out of i wonder when ill have my next accident i should start a zine and get my hand out of my pants well i annoyed her today it seems far from the first time so i didnt call maybe tomorrow the films i like always tell me how to think about the things in them that ive already lived its extremely helpful when i bought my bad chinese food i bought a dumb magazine so thats ten more bucks wasted on crap wm 6' seeks enid from ghost world i would run to iceland but im far too afraid of things but i would never come back would i be too lon

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transistor

think of her occasionally, but am left feeling hollow with space-time finite, I can only reach out to so much lay down as the world inhales and i am sure he makes her shiver four times before her sweat cools and she sleeps this night I wish for someone new in my life and somewhere, seven days ago, I wake up groggy, feeling hangover blues Earth runs through a twelve-bar progression I am unsure how i should speak to you memories of you are a mass of eggshells and razorblades a half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and i know i was just not me everything said to you is rendered moot through distance light cuts from red to blue

i congeal on this bed by sumalangitnawa, literature

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i never want to be away by meglocrush, literature

i never want to be away

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meglocrush

Jul 11, 2004

passing through

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always in transit.

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meglocrush

Jan 5, 2003

return

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so. i'm back. i don't know if anyone is still there to read this. maybe. i don't really know what to say. i wasn't planning on returning, in the same way that i didn't really plan on leaving. it's been what? almost a year? it got pretty bad there for a while. and it still is bad. and i'm looking for last resorts. ways out. little things. and this green screen was always comforting. so here i am. and i wish i had something to show for my time. it's easy to write when you're sad. but when it's just desolate. bleak. there really aren't many words. just pictures in the back of your head that haunt you at night. and yet every second of every da

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meglocrush

Apr 26, 2002

Devious Journal Entry

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i had a beautiful, beautiful time the drives and the talks were amazing the kind of friend i though i'd never find i had a beautiful, beautiful time you have a beautiful, beautiful smile the way it cuts and collapses on your lips and when you touch me i shake like a child it's late i'm afraid you might leave because sometimes it seems like you still don't believe me and there's nothing i can do to concentrate it's so distracting always thinking of you so i expose and explain and i meant everything that i said it's moments like this that repeat and replay in my head when i'm laying in bed it's a beautiful, beautiful

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Thank you

So good to hear from you, I hope life has been great for you.

hello sir.

like your gallery

Haha, stalking?

not gone but as you always say

"always in transit"

i still write, but i hardly have the time to get all my work done for school, let alone be a part of this place much anymore.

i will return, just not sure when.
thanks for your kind words

sanguru

Jul 12, 2004

thanks so much for the comment babe.

glad to see you are still around and alive. cant wait to read your new piece.

keep in touch.