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howpeculiar Member
since 2000-12-12
Posts 56 |
My heart fulgurates invectives They swell, blister, burst open in static and the vapors rise, wet with appetite, burning upwards -- like an acid that saddens. effluvia concaves my chest as it heaves, shoves my neck in sharp angle, head back, lips spread in silent scream as the fumes brush searing, until I am more raw pain than beating flesh Screeches of volatilization lost as my tongue grips at their cauterizing haze Do I ache more from their torment, or the revocation of my perspicuity? Inside, the white sparks incinerate Perfect elucidation: palpable, and branded to my heart But when I divide my lips to whisper or howl to name I only breathe out a cloud of ashes and choke, trembling. [This message has been edited by howpeculiar (edited 08-07-2001).] |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Wow! ~Tier |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Okay...ya got me with effluvia...what da heck???? and I like to think I have a pretty fair vocabulary too...effluvia...hmmm...(serenity considers looking it up, but NAH....LET THERE BE SOME MYSTERY TO LIFE!!!) Intense as always...actually gave me a feeling of suffocation. Awesome, hp!!! effluvia or no... |
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howpeculiar Member
since 2000-12-12
Posts 56 |
Tier, I’ve said before that those little one word replies sometimes speak with a strength that rushes of words often defy: THANK YOU!  ...~hurtles over laundry baskets, two cats, the dog and a chair (knocking down a lamp in the process) and tackles K in a bearhug~ “HI!!!” SO here's the deal: my comp died, I had to wait for the reformatting disk and THEN for the reinstall, and THEN for all kinds of software, etc, and THEN for internet service (which isn't compatible with my e-mail account and so I had go back to Yahoo! bleh) and THEN for emotional catastrophe to settle, and THEN… … my mouse broke. So, I'm at a friend’s house now waiting for the day when I can afford a new foot pedal. Crimminey. I’ve had to resort to writing in a NOTEBOOK, with like, pens and paper and stuff…*gasp*! (And don‘t be dissin’ my effluvia…) p.s. thanks, you; suffocation ( married to frustration) is exactly what you should be feeling. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Please write. I miss you terribly.  |
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