a memory, a tragedy Euskal Herria.
© Amanda 2012 11.12.2012 - 2014
second edition 2014.03.23
Image: “Ice” by Nikolas Simonovikis © 2011
Music: “Your Face” by Peter Murphy © 2002 youtu.be/8Z1zCeZP7v0
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We Are MonstersA heart can still bleed once it's stopped beatingWe Are Monsters by LUCKy-LoTi
And a soul can leave the body once one still breathes
I can cross over the bar
Better to be forgotten than remembered
The hollow wind to blow the name of the sad life of one
To carry the burden of the responsibility
To carry like a sack over the hunched backs of us
Keep the name under the sand
And free those from it
Far from humanity is where it follows
Keep it safe and sound to your own
Bury it among your other precious belongings
For other than the name we treasure only one thing
However one cannot keep it forever
The beast inside creates the sanity to go wild
One can lose to their own epic battle of the mind
Feel the danger we cause and scare them
To be a murderer
To be a thief
To be a monster
Rest the bones within the earth and refuse the keep sake of the name
We all change for either better or worse
Under the mighty rock will we remain and keep this to us
Soon the world will forget the monsters we are, but will soon
|... messages ... to you ...|
|... buy me ... my big mug is wonderful ...|
“I will do anything for you.”
23. Do you ever feel the need to break things?
body leans away from granular-silver captured existence
“… the road, straight-line city; dust ups throwin’ sanded pebbles; July 27”
113. There is a cat on the road lying upon its side.
“I’m here all the time what do you want to do?”
Section 3 – Perception
right foot moves back plants perpendicular to left
level mark on bottle never higher than surface tensioned content
“… let me jump in the shower …”
“… when emotionally positive posts were reduced in Facebook users' news feeds, users' status updates used fewer positive words (Cohen's d = 0.02) and more negative words (d = 0.001).”
specificity in pointillism
There are three non-hesitant vertical lacerations along the line of the femoral pairing approximately 3 cm above the intersection of the Sartorius and Adductor longus.
“Do you really live in a gazebo?”
“… subject’s transcripts reveal a word count comparison where y (n of 23) exceeded k (n of 10) with an occurrence positioning placement of .7; where y=’but’ and k=’the’ (weighting error less than .001 for transliterations of each term in the analysis).”
eye swelling, “oh i deserved it”
“… and I have him saying “Yes baby, yes baby." He’s in hand. I’ll just give him a blow job; he’ll do what ever I want.”
The sunbaked flats with their shifted levels of tile in red cracked clay spread farther than wavered heat-rise vision can focus. A Doppler shift of the shiny point of light with narrow to wider puff of white exclamation mark trail twenty thousand feet above; small irregular dots of black lay scattered, fixed, unmoving arrayed upon dark shade red. Recitations Copernican spoken, mouth closed, tongue stuck clot throat “I am hard to kill.” For lack of a softening hope love become forensic scene.
I became a loom ... a work of wood and oils and flesh and pain ... I became words, woven together to impart myself, an offering of memory and love ... I became a crowd of voices longing for that final color that might complete ... I found her, a sorceress who located my heart ... I am Amanda here to open, here to pound loud and set you upon a journey ... |
Let me tell you a story ...
Farcebook I only use for music and posting links to my work here ... Gargle Plus is the same ... now ... TubeOfYou? lots of music that i likes mmm hmmm
Tube You My Channel - www.youtube.com/channel/UCybNu…
|Yes, I AM a gay American woman; and damn proud of that. I flirt shamelessly with females, males, and photos of kittens. Anyone who let’s that go to their heads (eyes.the.homophobic.female.artist) is not only stupid but arrogant.|