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Assassins of Cool by o-ll-o, literature

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Assassins of Cool

Assassins of cool unite with thoughts cooler than America. With a post-war regurgitated beat walking them through the streets of cookie-cutter consumerist people authentically, inauthentic. Passing around snarky comments and oh snap! attitudes, of the hetero-metro-semi-homosexual nature. Breaking the lines and erasing barriers, launching labels and decimating fables. Making history as the neo-nonconsumerist is born out of the hippie-punk phase. Some days even grunge weighs them down, friendlessly as they wink cyber friends and pretend to be unborn. Reborn again nazi-spiritualists seeking enlightenment through labels of ne

Odd One Out by o-ll-o, literature

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Odd One Out

Do not tell me of your dreams, the things you perceive to be. Do not tell me of that distressing paradox of which only your mind knows. Instead show me how it begun, before it ends, before I too see. Create for me a hero out of clay and dirt one brave and no less inert, one with which I can flirt until that very end. Only then in the end will god know, of the sacrifices and the half-lived choices I did not choose to make. Only then will life be a universal voice, and I will be taken with relation. I will make a new beginning, one for all, but none for singularity in the odd, the imperfect. The whole society held

The Faith of Living, Within Faith by o-ll-o, literature

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The Faith of Living, Within Faith

It takes faith to have faith and the whole universe to preserve the perception of faith as I and you, as it. Faith rests above faith and below the single, free individual. It exists because I exist. I am the impervious paradox resting with faith upon layers of eternal faith. Spirit tried, and true but my heart still lies blue, as I repent in my ways and utter words I do not understand. As faith has no way of knowing faith for the constant search drives me away, laying waste to my day, lost in ways of resignation. The tragic hero suspended, in a state of confused delusion, of paradise, a paradox all but lost wh

The Darkroom of Negative Life by o-ll-o, literature

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The Darkroom of Negative Life

His mother, she brought art and laughter to a sun-baked and windblown town, in the middle of nowhere, Nevada. The smell of chemicals wafted through the air of her corner store, the dark-wood place of his childhood. Where he watched the printing machines out-loud, the glossy paper pushed forth to still life, in-motion. After school, he sat perched, feet dangling in a small room, she would say, "I am turning off the lights now." With a flicker in the darkness she began to unwind, the undeveloped lives of the dried up and dusty townsfolk. She moved, guided by another sense, as the glow of the darkroom timer lay illuminated in

Here, I am by o-ll-o, literature

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Here, I am

Here I am, on the road again, making friends and breaking apart with heat, the clockwork heart. As I try this stop-start, turn over motion of controlling the wheel. Peeling away reality seen in still life symmetry. Moments like, staring off into the distance from the passenger seat, as trees and people blaze by. Like passers by, who cannot see this life behind the glass Behind the wheel, inside this steel box, the place where I am free. A life you long to pass, the one that lurches and moans with clouds of smoke, streaming like a joke, laughed in the face of nature. Of a life you long to leave. The one that participate

Death of the Rhyme by o-ll-o, literature

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Death of the Rhyme

I am left feeling inadequate as I leave the classroom and make my way to the truck. The bite of winter's wind makes my eyes water. As I totter towards the parking lot, bright light reflects from frozen ground. I am left feeling unworthy, with a voice that speaks in a deep tone. "Just give up," it says to my heart. The words of the others working their way through my conscious moments, I let them run away with my confidence. I am no longer to speak of the way my heart dances to steer away from predictable chances. Or of my love for the rhyme that caress my ear drums, sweet and full of escaping promises. What I once thou

After the Dryer by o-ll-o, literature

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After the Dryer

Folding the clothes one by one as endless seams come undone. Pinning down the soft corners of old towels folding meticulously stack by stack. Running my fingers across the patchwork lines of long summer days, back in time, by time Spotting the permanent stains, of coffee and grass adrenaline and laughs. Laying the faded socks out side by side. Wanting for a guide to show me how they belonged, back when they felt brand new. As it nears hanging time spineless shirts lay inert warm and aged, not yet wrinkled. Stacked on shelves, placed in drawers, this chore is done.

Journey Safely My Friend by o-ll-o, literature

To Create One Another by o-ll-o, literature

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To Create One Another

Don't know what to think, Don't know what to say. Seems everyone has it all figured out anyway, Seems everyone has some sort-of-truth to drink. Life, Love, Charms, That harm With their wicked little arms. Don't know what to feel, Don't know what to do. Seems it has all been felt before, and it seems you all know what your doing, (with the void, created). Joy, Love, Sadness, It is all a bunch of madness. Don't know what to believe, Don't know what to trust. Seems everyone has someone to believe in, But yet it seems we still don't trust one another. God, Love, Lust, All forms of ecstasy Deprived of one another To cre

Chase the Knot by o-ll-o, literature

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Chase the Knot

Chase the knot, Face the knot, Embrace the knot. It is not as hard as you may think, It is not as easy as I may speak, But through your hands you can beat defeat. Be together, See together, Free together. Life is yours for the taking, Love is yours for the making, Darkness shows to make the light grow. Like the stars in the night sky, Who only appear when shadows cast, The sad embrace of better days to come. So sit in the lonely light of dawn, Remember who you are, Dream of what is to come. You are never alone, You are whole even when broken, You are complete within defeat.

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Assassins of Cool by o-ll-o, literature

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Assassins of Cool

Odd One Out by o-ll-o, literature

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Odd One Out

The Faith of Living, Within Faith by o-ll-o, literature

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The Faith of Living, Within Faith

The Darkroom of Negative Life by o-ll-o, literature

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The Darkroom of Negative Life

Here, I am by o-ll-o, literature

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Here, I am

Death of the Rhyme by o-ll-o, literature

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Death of the Rhyme

After the Dryer by o-ll-o, literature

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After the Dryer

Journey Safely My Friend by o-ll-o, literature

To Create One Another by o-ll-o, literature

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To Create One Another

Chase the Knot by o-ll-o, literature

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Chase the Knot

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While It Burns by CrumbledWings, literature

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While It Burns

Why does a moth fly Directly into the flame? Perhaps its captivated By the beauty to be found In such pure recreation Or perhaps It flies so surely Into its own death Because it believes The flames of rebirth Will allow it a second chance At metamorphosis, And perhaps that this time... It will appear a butterfly. Perhaps this is the only thing It can force itself to believe While it burns.

In Memoriam - Mari by VicariouSoul, literature

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In Memoriam - Mari

Silver wired windows riddle the webbing Of some crafty fiend above me, sinking, On his furled bedmate drinking, drinking; The crawling sea beneath me is ebbing. You could hear the waking birds chirrup To the bustling hefty storm just outside, Jolting their nests where they reside As if to be asking, "What's all the stir up?" Now most of the curling clouds are gone, And Heaven's spears gave Earth its blood; Low on the ears, easing up around dawn, The very last bolt reverberates to a thud... My wandering memories so often dwell, Firmly grasping to the Stave of Hope, Though now she's not within my scope, I can never endure the hardest farewel

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Current Residence: TZ Arietis
Favourite genre of music: Classical piano and violin, Acoustic folk, Indie Dance, Trippie beats...
Favourite style of art: anything that moves me, everything that soothes me
Skin of choice: mine of course, although trying yours out might be interesting..
Personal Quote: the answer is always right behind you, but the reverse side also has a reverse side... ;)

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John Keats, Laura Riding Jackson, Anias Nin, William Blake, Dante'...

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