this was a wonderful exercise.. ima have to join.. gimme some time =)
my peice "but" was kinda like this though.
i dream. i reality. i dream. i reality.


-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

the new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning confetti like
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection on emotional strain
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy dreanching destiny to bloody toned walls