Whatever. School's out, I have new stuff, I should probably start posting Sweetest but I don't want to because my freakin' time line is being a dick.
-Aly
P.S. I apparently only update this to complain. Sorry.


War and PeaceWar is the jealous husband of Peace paranoid and possessive. It is rare that he even needs an excuse before eruptingWar and Peace
When she does not share her secrets her whereabouts her designs he burns with hate that has only been lying


Your CigarrettesExplain to me, with that mouth of yours, this bitter feeling before dawn, that feeling of forever that stretches on until sunrise.Your Cigarrettes
it's six a.m. and you're still not here and i cradle the scent of spurned cigarettes in place of your hands remembering the times when it was far too warm to sleep.
i am cold without you.
i have dreams, sometimes about the desert that you left me for, the sand and yellow grass and
the bullets that you tell me smell like y


You're the Issue, HereShe was everything I hated in other women; she could have bathed in money if she wanted to and wore high heels every day of the week. She walked as if the world should be jealous of her, and her smile said that she knew that every man in the world would stare when she entered a room or stomped down the street in too-high heels. Her lipstick was the same blinding shade of red as her nails, her hair was salon-perfect when she flounced out of bed, and the skin-tight- oh, excuse me, tailored- pinstriped business suit she wore was worth more than a months rent. She also had the temper of a two-year-old, more arroganceYou're the Issue, Here


Selfish, Self-Same SunriseShe is a selfish little flower, a heart mangler, a doll, a marionette for those in power who were stupid enough to believe she was as Mindless as they wanted her to be.Selfish, Self-Same Sunrise
They forgot she was a thief, an artist of escape
and most certainly a Liar in their desperation to be safe.
I work for fools, but I always knew that; she knew it too,
but could not accept it. And so she ran.
Shes a silly little flower,
thinking she can escape a haven, the only place that humanity still Exists upon this earth.
Fartation.

of birds and raindocument 1.of birds and rain
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes. so does june 22nd. in the time between and after, I am left only with my birds and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th. I can no longer hear the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters over the echoes of crows and car horns, though the mud that devours my shoelaces each morning tells me the storm still hits while I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeo
Thanks for the watch!
I look forward to looking at your stuff, even if you say it's not the best.
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This comment is fleeting
It may stay, but soon forgotten
And yet, it is human contact
And for a moment, our lives
Have run into each other
What is your story
Are you happy
And why
I wonder who you are
And you're welcome; your art is amazing, and I hope you know that.
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I am a sophisticated crazy.
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"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do"
"A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing"
"Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together."
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I am a sophisticated crazy.
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"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do"
"A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing"
"Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together."
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