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In the Hall of the Mountain King: Adonis

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. Of the likes of him. Whom I always thought. Was too beautiful to. But what do I do. Drives all pain away. And yet leaves me. With this weird ache. This knotted longing that I haven't felt. So let wise men be damned. For the sake of this.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: June 2012

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. An old spirit. restless, waiting. For an awkward gypsy. Who's tethered his horses on the plain. She sleepwalks through time, slowly. Through doorways of a crumbling sarcophagus. Like turning brittle pages of an ancient book.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: _o_e

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. This time, i found -. Her warm, cold, bearable, lovely, lonely, beautiful, concrete. Friends in her old gents and ladies. That she can wreak havoc with your soul. That she still carries hope of 'home' for some, someday. I love the eveni...

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: the drama queen

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. You think you saw me first, but i did. Lazy cigarette dangling from ironic lips. And i fell as hard as your ashes fell soft. Slid casually from F to an unknown key. My surrender was complete. But was it sexy? No i'm not being sarcastic.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: November 2009

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. At the crooked little teeth. Behind the big ones. Between wrinkles and weird maps. On your dark fair blue red skin. And i sleep so well. I who have no god. By the soft glow of your faith. My father brother lover tormentor.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: nothingness.

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. Posted by Peer Gynt. In the Hall of the Mountain King. Wanderlüst in Hard-Boiled Wonderlünd. Chp 636. Put a Meme on it. A tough Goodbye to a Dear Friend. A spring time study. Angel Dust and Bones. Learning to Live Blind Dayze.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: January 2010

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. This time, i found -. Her warm, cold, bearable, lovely, lonely, beautiful, concrete. Friends in her old gents and ladies. That she can wreak havoc with your soul. That she still carries hope of 'home' for some, someday.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: November 2012

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. Of the likes of him. Whom I always thought. Was too beautiful to. But what do I do. Drives all pain away. And yet leaves me. With this weird ache. This knotted longing that I haven't felt. So let wise men be damned. For the sake of this.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: requiem

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. You were the strong one. Though i may have been fiercer. Were the quiet, compassionate one. And before i fly off to nor'western skies. Know that i needed your forgiveness. As much as you deserved mine. That you have been forgiven.

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In the Hall of the Mountain King: hours

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Don’t forget there are two ways of being yourself…. You can either show the straightforward picture,. Or else what is called the negative. In the latter, light and shade are reversed;. To the unaccustomed eye it seems ugly;. But the likeness is in that, too, all the same. An old spirit. restless, waiting. For an awkward gypsy. Who's tethered his horses on the plain. She sleepwalks through time, slowly. Through doorways of a crumbling sarcophagus. Like turning brittle pages of an ancient book. Of Beginnin...