The Curvature Of OhThe Curvature Of Oh
Tod’s a mute, it doesn’t matter why. It doesn’t matter why, but Tod’s a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he’s on the other side and he’s singing, he’s singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn’t any point because no-one’s listening, because they’re all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can’t sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can’t sing.
Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound’s only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never
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Amused
come back to the world of deviantart!
i miss youuu
and i cant get on facebook at school nomores. dumb shit.
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i am too weak to be your cure
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i am too weak to be your cure
just curious, how did you happen to come across my profile?
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"We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst."'
love youu!!!
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Lest we forget,
The words we say,
Have no meaning.
So we communicate,
Telepathic feelings.
The mannequins all adore you,
Their ears are bleeding.
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