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Tooth Soup

I was speeding for youth growing my soles rough lapping tooth soup on the porch Are you feeling left behind?
My cigarette, a sixth digit, Is limp and gimmicky
I stumbled over my own feet and felt amazing all the way home
I was too old to be barefoot Too old to draw lightening on my arms But the wet ink
And the tilted Cheshire smiles It re-grew my happy limbs

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Paul's GutPaul lays naked, Inappropriate, on his sticky leather couch. He chooses sleep over the discovery channel and it’s WW1 nostalgia. Paul’s hand finds his penis. He reassures himself that he is male.
Paul’s gut rises, Heavy, With his slow and gurgling breathing He disrupts the air with his flaring nostrils And their unacceptable snoring Paul’s teeth grind together He chews his tongue in his sleep. Paul's Gut
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When We Run Out of SpaceThe grass has bled on her thin linen blouse
The soil has crept between her toes
He teeth bare themselves, naked and willing,
To the world
Her palms cradle leaves that have fallen from their homes
Petals pour light into her lungs
She feels
B  I  G
Her skin has caught the sun
And sealed it
Her conversation with the sky goes ignored
Until
Finally
It begins to spit at her When We Run Out of Space
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decidedly untitledI am so sick
Of his film noir flirtations
His hands in the air, dancing
As if he’s so free

I am so sick
Of his innocent eyes
His faltering smile
Those hands

And I’m sick of his
Singing
His incessant bloody singing decidedly untitled
by ~TweekeerGedink

Barbiturate PoetThere are countless songs
And melodies between the wrinkles
Underneath his traveling eyes
His guitar rests silent
A woman flung across his lap
Like all the other women he has sung with before.

The claustrophobic crowd
Drinking tea and oranges
Trusts my poet
And his sexuality
And his isolation

And he gazes down at his yellowing fingers
And the dirt beneath his nails
Smiles gently
At all the beautiful losers
And t Barbiturate Poet
by ~TweekeerGedink

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My RoutineI fall exhausted, to chaos, often and often I fall exhausted from meeting you Juxtaposed to lovely inheritances. Mine of gorgeous gifts and visions and all else, should generate a heartbeat or two.
Poor, poor, I am too young to know a dancing body of love, but still have yet to live a day unborn to venom: And so I can only hate, hate all your secondary glances, can only hate a desire at once so godly, can only hate the way you outshine and mercilessly blister Gifts of warmth and parenthood, once quite likeable. And I've come to feel no emotion as I pour again throu My Routine
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PrimalI waltz myself hanging above a winter potential garden I waltz myself through and through my parents' house at one I waltz myself, and then in open form I free myself in-time, walking lankily into the child's lawn in my primal feet and legs; only my neck was wrapped in a scarf, classic and warm, and my torso was unfazed by the cold and grey light.

The streetlights, once so guilty and dismal, are laughing - Up and down the roads they giggle, over trees that are, at once, home to his animated Skeleton: nimble, far more nimble than I ever was, and he dances beautifully alo Primal
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away and back again

Tue May 13, 2008, 11:11 AM

Since Oct '07 much has changed. I ended the beautiful and stable relationship I was in and am now floating around the world in a singular fashion. I'm indulging in things I'd shunned and I'm feeling very sexy and trippy and free. Some things have moved out of my life, other things have come back. I'm loving it all.

Creatively, I'm hitting an oil mine and Im writing almost everyday, though still at my comfortable, slow pace.

And so, alone but in love with the world, I welcome myself back to deviantart.

Kate.

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Mood: Sentimental
Listening to: Foals - Red Sox Pugie
Reading: Another Roadside Attraction -Tom Robbins
Watching: nothing. no time.
Playing: with myself...still
Eating: dried fruit! yay!
Drinking: often enough to keep my lips wet

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Current Residence: This shithole cunt(ry). (South Africa)
Interests: I play drums...and I write...and sometimes I take pictures....and such
Favourite movie: Trainspotting
Favourite band or musician: many many many
Favourite genre of music: Grunge...but i love most things....most things good.
Favourite artist: Nena Maree
Favourite poet or writer: Irvine Welsh
Favourite photographer: No idea yet.
Operating System: Walter says I have windows.
Wallpaper of choice: ummm....brown?
Favourite cartoon character: Danger Mouse's sidekick, Penfold
Personal Quote: O_o
Tools of the Trade: anything that'll leave a mark.