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Nancy Wiechula

Nancy Wiechula

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Closer to the mirror than I should be, United Kingdom
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Posted 14 Years Ago


put your stuff back up. Conquer your mind. Brave our tongues.
You write the way thoughts are when raw. significance.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


why are you incessant on my demise by torment?
I already know what I know,
and I was always free anyway.
The happiness I see is myself.
The mirror reflects the same.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


where is your work?
in a spiral collective of thoughts like cells
they divide because they're supposed to be different.
Who cares about them anyways.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


why yes,
a hug would be lovely.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


that was supposed to be this, the code, i mean...
Penury Encephalitis and The Seed to Nowhere
Penury Encephalitis and The Seed to Nowhere
A Story by A Temponaut's Fancy.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


i just got على ارتفاع عالٍ right now,
and then I scratched my head to think of a story for you,
and I remembered the blue notebook from the pod
which housed them.

And I opened it to a random page, to see what I had written in some stupor or emotional saga of tears or uNteaRs or BUUuuuuuuutttttterflieS,
I always have those, they will not flee,
and what was me
as I read?

a poem, i guess, no. Train of thought captured in this exact form, from the pen and the handwriting of a [seemingly] serial killer, usually they ask me to handwrite the words on their love envelopes for their wedding, this has nothing to do with nice or a mess, it is what it is, and what is that?

L.L.LaLaLaLennette'LessiePruitt

I think he's an alien.
S**t! Oh, merdt!
What should I do?

...He knows my every thought,
and in the end that's why
he too does not let go.

Just when he wants to know too many faults,
he can only find few,
beginning with me loving him.
Paradox.
White on white.
We are pure.





whoknows...pleasedestructthismessageuponyoureyesdiscovery.everyonewillknowitthen

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Hey! listen to the song
'Bela Lugosi's Dead' by BauHauS on Kelly's page. He also has Le Tigre,
and I know you like them.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


and i've not read that story.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


I am stalking you until you write a story where I am the main charatcer


...then it is already written in my head. The words are
scrawled on my brain.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


we look like stalkers.