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Weightlessnessgreen park hill space tree space in angular resistance forthwith, foothold feigned forwards flicking silent new vision onto surface the mirror sneaksWeightlessness
keen eyes pry shadows temp permanent flash in the pan brilliance leads one on for hours, the images pulled outwards from an embarrassed downward glance, your remembrance shattered in a vision
gained in tiny glimmering flickers, the shards paraphrased in the bloom overall subsuming underlings, the century revolving around decades, really.
no, really! not even joking, existence is futile, your meme spreads and d
by ~trennerz
Framework in Voicehe howls for all eternity; with glee mirroring that, superficial aspect layering – other actions amongst.Framework in Voice
retaining social combat, person walks quickly up to the front desk, body concave, flapping wildly, the blue flashing past in the skylights character cries as to the divisions deeper than his internalised space secretary gazes at him with grandiose nerve-ending face
your tie gathers lines in the dusk, forest-deep in dearth, of recurring concepts, driving waving glen sleeping rock weather abounds. figures front, tracing? transfusing sin with sanctuary: therefore
by ~trennerz
Grant Celestialred working. considering repetition and simplicity. cold touches deep white, and your face glowing quietly – looking forwardGrant Celestial
standing in the melt of the fountain, gathered under sunlit streets.
i reckon that she’s walking between one and two, memory path. the palms of my hands are parting grandiosely. i just thought you should know.
vase sits on shelf, it is in me but i cannot dwell on anything because of it
and because of thoughts in shirts, i cannot misplace and take stock, i am caught in the half-life of jagged triangles surrounding a frame unseen but suspected, the
by ~trennerz
Abilityilluminates a face amidst the distance, in wandering through the music, it’s trying to blur the boundaries – already, the horizon swells and shifts above me. I catch the land, deeply trying to see what lies beneath, but there is only mildest gravel, there is no sharpened sense of beingAbility
without existence flows the face, without existence murmurs face nil. and behold! shines through, the collapsed and deserted temple a meek showdown between
thought and substance, the orange calls from the sides are met with a general hubbub the moon rising in horror the face
suddenly flash
by ~trennerz
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New PartyIn cobblestone narrows of ochre darkness Where young oil men flush and queue Backdrop city dustbins, bones and skin Where hours of whores to devour Find solace and make up and faux furNew Party
And pearl-ivory necklaces and rings.
Customarily smart white businessmen
Dress blackly conveying misery to Stride past in metallic fashion without Glancing at anything or thinking Just vaguely hearing distant car-horns With some modicum of utter disregard.
When the moon is full and the rooftops Blissfully populated, they like to break away For fragile moments an
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- Current Residence: Puckeridge, Hertfordshire, United Kingdom
- Interests: Being there.
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko
- Favourite band or musician: Four Tet
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz
- Favourite poet or writer: H. P. Lovecraft
- Operating System: Windows 7
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
- Website: http://www.humblevoice.com/trennerz
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