B is for Stealing

We interrupt this blog for a Public Service Announcement by a Ouditt. Emancipate yourself from biological slavery. None but ourCELLS can free our minds.

i love webdings... it looks like "legible" fonts so i used it but then it did this... and that... which is GOOD... because people gone say at times that they can't understand me... fonts... oh how they see into your soul...

gnaw. noir. gnaw. to lie with a god one must not lie to a god. there's a curse to being honest to lay bare all of you to all of you. to let fall the cast lots if only to be thrown into the cold blue a big fish awaits... the shadow passes and cold sweat rises like the dew of hell. the mirror was right you should've never kissed if you weren't willing to tell of your truth. 'cause truth be told, how can you lie with a god... if you still lie to a god.

one day i took a t-shirt and did a video the end result will be forthcoming...

just call me tabula . i have erased my face to create a new. i am... what i have yet to decide upon. this is not a mask. this is a blank slate. the future face... the future face will be determined. but for now, just call me... tabula

(seek part 01 seek part 02 seek part 03 ) exposed. i wrapped my arms round her frame pulling tightly to me all the imaginings i imagined. and as i did, a cold wind shot through my back. for i was exposed. i kept her warm. body to buddy. i drank in the scent of her hair, i filled my lungs with her skin... but the sin of my mind would remind me later that while i may have covered her i lay exposed. who shields the "shielder", from elements... water and fire... tears and desire... or is it a willing sacrifice he makes for ALL HER sake? sleeping exposed while she's wrapped in warmth. - 14:03:09 © tjh [ sometimes i ponder the virtue of falling in love or lust or infatuation or whatever the heck we call it ] they don't look to the stars. they rather swim in dirt not realising they were taken OUT of there for a reason. humans... content to laze around but never want. want but never need. want but never act! that's why when we do, they clap and applaud and bite their...

(c tracy write . .. c tracy write more ) salt stains the sea with white and this face with lines. a trail that leads from broken hearts straight up throats and then -because they are stifled by lips - travels further up and sits on the edge of The Window waiting to commit suicide... jumping off the ledge and unto the face. it leaves only salt behind. evidence of endless questioning. evidence of a sharp tongue, a doubled edge hand or worse, a double minded mind, conscious only when conscience is appeased. but look! over there! do you see? another one... falling to its death as it crushes its body on a cheek bone. only the salt remains. like the sea. permanently stained. - 02:02:09 © tjh songs, words, phrases rush through my mind. are there truth to them? is there truth in them? words, songs, phrases rush through my mind. are there truth to them? is there truth in them? or are they illusions? vain musings of a child who wouldn't take "no" for an answer yet couldn't ...