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Vitosha National Park, Bulgaria (by Pavel Pronin)

allthingseurope:

Vitosha National Park, Bulgaria (by Pavel Pronin)

look its me

Bare with me. I’m trying to pin myself down. 

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My insides are lined with flakes of silver

pounded cement, reflective fish scales

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I have oddly pointy feet

like spear heads

and six ankles 

… my foot spine has severe scoliosis

(it is very in-often that people laugh then)

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My saliva is more acidic than it is supposed to be

i suppose

It is why i have cavities.. all the fucking time

It is why my taste buds have shorter life cycles 

… and my tongue will sometimes have spots on it.

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I like to think my hair is a continuation of my brain

wild, decisive, cork-screw, heavy, coppery, thinkin

Its… alive

… sometimes, mid flopping, my hair will cover one of my eyes

Then I feel like Odin

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My eyes are blue and green

it goes (inside out)

greenish (sugar/snap peas… rust from water on copper)

pale blue-ish (grey? silvery)

water blue…? (my dad’s)

dark blueberry 

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Huh. you guys should try this, its funny. 

- Wizard

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vdeans:

…..

vdeans:

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kimlundgren:

wow

kimlundgren:

wow

mewstew:

good

mewstew:

good

smiling (awake) and strangely

if we all spin, like hippies, in the other direction

will the earth stop spinning what we have said is forward

might we, please, go back in time

… I am not sure I belong here

I know I am not lost

I want a clan, a crew, a people

This dull-life could defrost 

I prefer to sing with trees

the masked men of black smoke

that swing and smile between them

the silver-skinned, soothing as they spoke 

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run, so the wind will wrap arms around me

hold my bones and flesh together

hold me because i am alone.

I feel alone.

.

All of this, but i am smiling

i am awake 

and i am alive 

i will partake

I will survive 

and i will smile and take tea

of rose petals 

perfume the way i wish mornings

did smell

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I miss Scotland

I’d die for it.

I’m not sure why

but when I stepped into that country

My feet bound with the grass

and my heart threw its doors open

the draft became the gust on a sea cliff

and i felt home, far from my house

both homes in their own right 

I’ve got

a lot

of shit to get done

I dont understand why we let ourselves get picked up in currents

but what is life like without one

- Wizard

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dont even look at this

i can’t stand to think

of your being in my direction 

- Wizard

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