Devastate me baby
I was built out of these maybes
They concrete all the whispers
That have hung between us
You’ve had so many shiverings
And I cant except the murder rates
That lie between your eyebrows
Every Sunday afternoon
Pick up the rag dolls
That you ate for breakfast
There is nothing underneath your skin
That excuses how your heart fell in
I need to understand [...]
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Writing Stream of Consciousness is like a Cloud. Sure, they are beautiful, but not exactly hard to come by. Its not like i work hard to write a Stream. You just sit down and write whatever comes into your head and if you are lucky enough or persistent enough it sounds really poetic after a [...]
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I don’t think there’s anything left inside me Sylvia. There’s nothing left for you to take.
Last Sunday I packed everything that made me up into medium cardboard boxes and I placed it all into that blue moving van. You knew I had to do it Sylvia. Everything was in the note I sent you. [...]
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Sometimes I like writing strange little sentences. Its a bit like Stream-of-consciousness because i just spit them out of me. i dont think, they just come. They are a little strange or profound or beautiful. Maybe they would make great song lyrics but i know i could never extend them, this is all my creative [...]
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Posted in Stream- of- Consciousness on Oct 15th, 2007
Stream of consciousnesses. This is when you just sit down at the computer/notebook and write whatever comes out. It will not make sense. It is just emptying all the stuff that is swirling inside.
I love-love this book called: Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. She swears by this. She calls it 1st thoughts and [...]
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