

Ethereal Dusk a nuance of ethereality haunts the temporalEthereal Dusk by ~Ethyriel
in an occassional rendezvous with desert dusk
beyond gullies, across washes,
amongst the scraggy old scars of Gaia;
as life emerges from it's own ancient dust
and withers back whence it came
in a single
prolonged
dream
the disconnect reconnects, the sensation dissipated
into the misguided absolution of night air
past the scraping away of leftover convenience,
into the corrosive flashes of beamed electrons,
amidst the decrepit waking death of the new mundanity;
a long sought peace slips away
into the uncharted depths
of subconscious
fb-human-b1 by ~Ethyriel
Not a Change by ~Ethyriel
Or if I'm wrong, correct me.
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"It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say"
-Arna Bontemps
"who's the fucker who used the last of the toilet paper?"
But yeah, that's the movie.
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"It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say"
-Arna Bontemps
"who's the fucker who used the last of the toilet paper?"
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So you make a mask,
A mask that hides your face,
A face that hides the pain,
A pain that eats your heart,
A heart nobody knows."
~Bang Bang You're Dead