. to chase is always past tense .. to chase is always past tense .. to chase is always past tense . by Amanda-Graham
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... it roars in, sounds, lights, colors, blurring movement, cold, light rain, voices, deep bass from bars, laughter, and the cuneiform calligraphic dismay.
If I told you this is how the moments, those compository fragments of our joined spirits pass, would you argue? Is life, or in my case, existence, so different? I feel the bellows of the hallways breathe, do you not? The gray black and white of it, all the shades of us in our collapse; you leaving me, joining me, tempting me, now having all of me. Perhaps it is only we, as contemporaneous meldings, who perceive in this manner? Can you see us now? I’m here, always for you, because of you, needing you. Take us in deeply, feel my shuddering form; warm us please, I’m so very cold.
Take hold of me wherever you lay; whomever with you lay; in those moments of release which you suffer gladly under, recognize me benea
.hey lover - how are you tonight?..hey lover - how are you tonight?..hey lover - how are you tonight?. by Amanda-Graham
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… take any story, yours perhaps, let’s take yours. Take your unwinding story and surrender all meanings you wish upon it; any meanings, and just retaining those body feelings attached to the smallest sequences. Don’t let your mind put a history to it, or time-stamp, or causes, considerations. Just a huge tumble of images and emotions, vignettes; a pile of colored individually wrapped tooth immune hard candies. Sucking and clattering them against your small teeth.
That’s your life there on the table, that growing pile of shiny-metallic foil wrapped events. Now stir it and lift them out singly, randomly; opening each, one at a time. Again, no ego and so no “Oh I remember this and what came before and after” just the one isolated flavor, hallucinogenic, a convulsive vision, a fever delusion with you floating in it; experiencing it all with every detail down to the