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Array ( [sid] => 108741 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Look to nothing. [time] => 2005-10-30 01:57:12 [hometext] => ^_^ always, abraham [bodytext] => To begin again.

Consider this.
Look at it objectivly.

The night falls surrender to my shadow; the narrow sound of a pidgeon reflects over the waters of the moon, my eyes cannot know the sensation.

Search carefully.
Find the sound of my speech.

Desire to forget.

The thought of an aireoplane, crushed beneath smoke and brick,
brings nothing to me.
(Is this my curse?)
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid.
I am not
I am afraid
afraid to die.

Despair is a beautiful word, and I desire it.
There is no cause to question this.

Read between the lines.
Ignore the boxes.

Find something that suits you.

Reality and harmony are ill suited.

War is real.
Pain is real.
Life is real.

We Cry.
We cry...
Cry. Cry.
Cry. Our eyes burn the soil.

Don't understand.
Forsake your thought.
Look to nothing.
Look to nothing.

Point your eyes to the inside.
Let life be your thought.

This is the beginning. The fires are closer still.
We cannot understand.
Understand.
Forget. Become benumb.
Seal the sensation.
Try to understand, we are nothing. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 73 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

Look to nothing.

Contributed by iodinelove on Sunday, 30th October 2005 @ 01:57:12 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

To begin again.

Consider this.
Look at it objectivly.

The night falls surrender to my shadow; the narrow sound of a pidgeon reflects over the waters of the moon, my eyes cannot know the sensation.

Search carefully.
Find the sound of my speech.

Desire to forget.

The thought of an aireoplane, crushed beneath smoke and brick,
brings nothing to me.
(Is this my curse?)
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid.
I am not
I am afraid
afraid to die.

Despair is a beautiful word, and I desire it.
There is no cause to question this.

Read between the lines.
Ignore the boxes.

Find something that suits you.

Reality and harmony are ill suited.

War is real.
Pain is real.
Life is real.

We Cry.
We cry...
Cry. Cry.
Cry. Our eyes burn the soil.

Don't understand.
Forsake your thought.
Look to nothing.
Look to nothing.

Point your eyes to the inside.
Let life be your thought.

This is the beginning. The fires are closer still.
We cannot understand.
Understand.
Forget. Become benumb.
Seal the sensation.
Try to understand, we are nothing.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-10-30 01:57:12]
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Re: Look to nothing. (User Rating: 1 )
by iodinelove on Sunday, 30th October 2005 @ 02:04:24 AM AEST
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Hi all ^_^ I'm an idiot, and I uh...well, i'm high. I think that's the only reason you need for the errors that are in this. It's what I get for blindly posting things, or maybe it's what i get for getting high. Bad habit. I'll repost this later. Bye all ^_^

Always and always,
Abraham

Re: Look to nothing. (User Rating: 1 )
by sararose1950 on Sunday, 30th October 2005 @ 09:17:55 AM AEST
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interesting- *waits for repost*

Re: Look to nothing. (User Rating: 1 )
by enigma on Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 07:18:39 AM AEST
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'dang it Abraham! You been out doin' dust and weed with that concubine again?!? What have I toed you 'bout doin' dat stuff...

***** off Sarah...

antiseptic love...sterile love...iodinelove...nice mindbender...

...welcome back to the valley...

enigma

Re: Look to nothing. (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchyk on Wednesday, 2nd November 2005 @ 08:13:24 PM AEST
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pretty good for being high, i too am awaiting the repost.

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