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Stephen Mather
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Main blog:Stephen Mather
Occupation:Happily unemployed
Education:School of life
Religion:Spiritual but not religious
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United States, California

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Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Astrological Sign:Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21)
Existing as:Human
Smoking:No. But not bothered by it
Biography/About:I think therefore I am(a bit confused)
Interests:you, und so weiter.

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wahrheit ist feuer und wahrheit reden heisst leuchten und brennen
-sun-soaked blue, tomatoes growing beneath -the chrysanthemums made me forget what I had smellt...rain fell gently on my dreams of her, "Where's your umbrella?" she said -trees are stick bugs, crawling in the grass. -Alone in bed, with the girl, he mistook the ceiling for the cosmos, almost asleep. "Am I crushing you?" she asked -At 2am I saw you walking, with the legs of a broken bird-your smile relentless. I think you had a lot on your mind. -As the fly frew from my arm, I awoke, hairs standing on end and my eyes blinded by the sun. -"full moon" empty grass field, obscured by a black...
sometimes the stars make me feel like a flower all this changing space and the sun sets atop a single ocean wave. But are bottles sleeping swayed like glass, reflecting shooting stars or burns in glances, where under the rising moon eyes die and again. under a twisting sphere of light, blue to be the sky garden winds drop flowers at your walking feet- so your eyes soo green the vining air of this floating white room. We kiss and walls turn red in our eyes closed in embrace. between blinking and lights dream the moon winter in summer's wake as rain drops...
Ukiyo-e I When was it that you learned to fear your senses? On rooftops after perfect nights the sun, I believe, blinds flowers yellow and that this is how we came to lie here in the grassy fields of yesterday's scent. You forgot what last year smelled of? Now it stares you in the eye to leave forever and is almost afraid you will let it go. Almost afraid to realize the precise orange of a falling flower, but my love captured the black solidity of a tree so vividly in every flower; caught the skies crying in judgement and they remain your prisoners. They wait in the movement of your...
Our hearts don't beat as burning paper flowers, despite the fragility of the night folding into warm sea, we move so slowly as the pounding of ocean waves upon my chest. Colors and our love fold all around us nights of oragami as if they were rooms or lives fading from memory, as if they were flowers- Moist flowers that don't smell as a hundred aching petals of yesterday but as all the dew of the morning moon. Even in sunlight all the streets of Japan rain with the scent of night.-Flowers so white that they're red in the night sky and I wish it was all snow, because nothing is more sea than...

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