February 2012
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They Aren't My Hands Anyways.
I can tell who you are by your hands. If you’re creative, if you’re simple,complex. It can ruin things for me. You know?
I like you but,
but,
….but
your hands.
they are not
rough with love
or art.
they are not delicate
or soft.
they are not cracked
they have no background.
no angst.
they are “oh,just hands”
because since when did...
kingstonsucks:
Saturday, April 7 BAD SEED MOTHER OF MERCY EARLY BIRDS NOT TIL DEATH WOUND UP +more at Redwood Art Space 740 Jumper Rd. Wilkes- Barre, Pa Doors 7:00 Show 7:30 WILKES BAAAAAAARRRREEEEEE
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This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending.
“There is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you...”
– Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via 110192)
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