SOFTSOFTER

Status: Single
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Occupation: Fulltime Freelance Animal

Blurbs

About me:

Sweet Insane OR Bloody Hurts
Soft Wind Can Stir A Poem
Manic words spit on fate
I pee colorlessly in a dirty sink
I steal sickness
I am real soft on Oct. 3, 1947
I am a kiss with a happy ending
Mark a separation
Pick up silent leaves
Play on edge
I take my body home
Any of several elements
I am no longer effective
Let it DIE
I laugh when I want to cry
Not crazy enough
A sharp instrument
I wait a minute
I am not going to use myself
A sheet filled with orange juice
Chronic masturbation
My basic half
Assemble incurable wounds
Madden us to slaughter
We drunkenly watch the happiness of our contracts
His consciousness contains a mirror
Fly when the sky is red and the heaven is blue
A fury brown noun
Shall we hastily or leisurely talk a little
You cried "I suppose so"
Yet hours are minutes
Why not get ready for some eating and kissing
Prepare for a captivating game
I cause clear skies
Lightness, Chance or Coincidence
Pain is pain, Pain is not pain, Pain is pain
The question of pain is obscurely never far off
New shoes hurt most
If you want nothing, you fear nothing and need nothing

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why i'm not where y r

Who I'd like to meet:

Interests

General
www.softsofter.com
Music
LastFm
Movies
Television
I brought a suitcase, I filled it until I could barely zip the zipper, the suitcase sagged with songs, songs are as sad as the listener.
Books
as i stand, sit, eat, shit, lay dying

the dead, hot, pale air breathes on my breasts again.
the dead air shapes the dead earth in the dead darkness,
further away than seeing shapes the dead earth.
it lies dead and warm upon me, touching me naked through my clothes.
i said u don't know what worry is. i don't know what it is.
i don't know whether i'm worring or not. whether i can or not.
i don't know whether i can cry or not. i don't know whether i have tried to or not.
i feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.
Heroes
www.facebook.com/softsofter