Tag: macro

I couldn’t picture any part of it at all.
‘Listen’, he said quietly
Finish with thinking and act
For something to burgeon, it must be new
You can love someone too much
I think you need to talk to somebody
Somewhere along the way she’d found time to put on a little makeup
She had spread her four membranous wings and flown into the air
Her face long and grave and bursting with expectation
I should not love to be your companion for any length of time
He’d not so much as twitched an eyelid
Because the next thing you’ll do is melt it down to extract that mystery
The process of abstraction continues
She used to seem so glamorous
Do you have any idea why I’m different?
As he kept reminding me, he was twelve years older than I was
My despair cannot be described
They were never going to like me anyway
People looked forward to the future
Wasn’t it crazy for him to be out there on his own
You’ve been under a lot of pressure
She was about his own age, a little ragged around the edges
You need to find someplace to sleep tonight
I discovered that the sugar jar was empty
I’d known for months that it was liable to happen
At first the place wasn’t so bad
The syrup came in small plastic containers
We were inferior, therefore our history didn’t matter
An old lampshade of rainbow-colored glass
Stars, hide your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires
Now something funny happened inside of my head
There was a lot he didn’t know, …
… but nothing he was afraid to ask about, …
… and ask about, and ask about, …
… until he understood it perfectly
There was a lot of green and growing matter
The roadside ditches were full of jumpweed and slashberry
Anything that happens after this party breaks up is nothing
I know what you came for
To see how black I was
Everybody needs a pile of newspapers
The ping of desire that surfaced along with his whisper
Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half
The boulder is in place three days later
Trees do not naturally sprout from lakes
OHOE OEYN KBTJ
The rhythm of the conversation is abruptly lost
Riemann Zeta function again. That thing pops up everywhere
Hotel rooms are not sanctuaries