

Podium DollThe incompleteness of parasitic rhetoric retroactively reverberates throughout cigarette scars and proverb dogsPodium Doll
while darkness looks like yellow letters, lights illuminating tens of tans in sailor suits
riding electronic surfaces; surpassing restraints as they who say goodnight to the fortunate few
throw salt on toilet paper wounds as lightning licks a nerve... or two.


Lily and the PhoenixA phoenix happened upon a single Lily growing in the middle of August. As the curious bird drew near, the Lily erupted into flames. Thinking that the flower was very much like him, the phoenix flared excitedly. All that remained of the Lily was char, and ash. Overcome by his guilt, the phoenix started to cry. The earth soaked up the tears and Lily grew back when she could. Later, the great bird realized that sometimes beauty is best admired from afar. Knowing this, Lily vowed to bloom for all the seasons of the year, keeping her admirer warm with a delight he felt evLily and the Phoenix


Under the RainbowSomewhere deep in a memory locked inside, I saw you and I thought I'd give it another try. Was there ever a rainbow way up high? You've been gone for so long but still I can't say goodbye.Under the Rainbow
Sometimes I look upon your star and wonder how it shone so far, so brightly. Your light lit up the deepest sea, illuminated even me, despite the raining.
Let's fly over the rainbow... will we die? We who dream of the rainbow wake when we cannot fly. If bluebirds dare to face the sky beyond the rainbow will they wake or fly?
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"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid."
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We will fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
--Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918
(French poet/philospher)
-Vaperfox
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