This shore has rhythm. A fractal beat
on surf and sand. A wave. A wave.
Hey there. I'm Dakota and sometimes I write things but most of the time I don't and that fucking sucks.Ding, a wash a gulp an ocean
Ding, strong penetrations, footsteps, vibrations
The ding ding, the hum,
This hiss and smoke from Manhattan’s mouth is loud but young
Monday may 02, 2011.
mood: bored.thoughts: I hope someone reblogs goddammit.
doing: scrolling
music:Just a Boy - Alan Lastufka and Tom Milsom
time: 3.00
updates: Finishing latest chapter of My Dearest Companion
It will pass. Shore is forever. A wave. A wave
A wave in wet paint on metal. Wet orange reflections, captured light set forever
My Dearest Companion...chapter: #4.
status: active.
Plucking Ukelele Strings
chapter: #1.
status: to be continued...
Like Blades Of Grass
chapter: #2.
status: to be continued...
Paint this city black. Paint this city black.
Shout amongst this hum, this hiss and Manhattan's smoke
And mouth your words so that
Every silent phoneme is a subway tunnel!
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