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"I'm sorry."

(Sorry my ass.)
Street lamps were glinting unsure about their brightness and my need for their light. The concrete was dark and so were the shadows over the face of this woman.

"Don't come any closer.", my breath smelled like booze, bad intentions and an empty purse.

(Full of dust and smoke.)

She stepped inside my range and I couldn't see the look on her face. Tough I saw her small lips, her white teeth exposed and her throat slightly covered by a jacket collar.

Maybe I was afraid. That she would trigger something that couldn't be undone.

- Maybe I couldn't cope with anyone but you.

"I am not all softness." The nerves inside my mouth shivered.

"And what If I favour your edges?"

Us being here is not an accident. It’s a well-planned car crash. Ignoring all the consequences to take and all the things I had to bear.

Her smile was as sharp as a scalpel and as brutal as a butcher knife. It managed to cut through my apotropaic words, through my halted breath and into the savage needs of my body.

Deep down where a growling thunder rolled against my sanity.

[My sanity didn't stand a chance.]
Of monsters and closets.

A few things I came to like in these past few months
- the world smallest hips
- the taste of cheap booze
- the new feelings I’ve got to discover (Like making bad decisions after midnight and having sex with a girl I barely knew.)

The thing with the edges and the softness.. I'm pretty sure I've heard it before. I'm not sure where or when or maybe it was in one of my dreams? I know, that there was this girl and I told her to not come any closer and she laughed. And then she stepped inside my range and.. now it's a different girl. This story isn't as good as I wanted it to be, but it'll do for now. And dealing with people might be my kind of pornography. And now it's late and I'm longing for long, hard good-bye-forever-kisses.

Flash Fact: All known antidots for cyankali are poisonous themselves.

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[This is not another pretty sunset, this is a burning ship.]

From where I sat, sipping some cheap tea, I could hear the waves crawling up and down over the dirty sand. There were so many things in the water, half-invisible hidden in the blue depths.

Feathers. Plastic caps. Fume. Rolling stones. Fish. Oxygen. Oil. Waste. Rings. Holiday memories. Dead seagulls. Broken planks. The moon at night.

I couldn't quite get rid of the thought that one part of me was going to join them soon, the rest of the thing I called heart. The rest of this unsteady thing you left inside my chest.

When you approached me, on this pier during this sunset - which was a Viking funeral after all - your words sunk deep, past the bones and into something that wasn't physical. A bit located over this 300 gram-muscle, under my ribcage and close to my spine.

Nowhere near my brain or my lips.

This ache, this longing you talked about should declare my name but I heard nothing.

I couldn't hear my own thoughts anymore.

And maybe I deserved better than this, maybe I deserved nothing at all after what I had done. But here I sat and here you stood. And I didn't know where my body started and the pain began. Where my soul trembled in something fearful and my heart was in rage and where my breath slithered over my lips.

I'm a complete and utter fool.

over

and over

and over again


[This is a god damn burning ship.]
Viking sunset.
I watched this movie, I shouldn't have watched it. But, I never knew how to listen to other people. Afterwards I wrote this on my Interrailtrip through Europe. The Ocean at the end of the lane, a really special book written by Neil Gaiman, as some kind of companion. I lost the book somewhere between a butcher shop in Belgium and hitchhiking to the Switzerland. But maybe it is better this way, I'm afraid to imagine what I had done with this book full of hints and notes I wrote in it.

I really want to travel again. As far as possible. As long as possible.
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  • Drinking: English Breakfast Tea
Hey there dear watchers and passing guests.

Jep, this is my first journal-entry in ages and some important things changed. I'm back to Vienna, I'm member of the :icontheteapartysociety: and I'm more eager then ever to be an artist. Recently I made some stickers (In fact.. many Stickers.) Teacups, Teacans, Teabags, Keys and Cupcakes. The Stickers have a very high quality and are sealed with Belton Molotow Clear Coat.

Now here's my point. I want to spread this stickers all over the world, so I ask people who might like my stickers, then I'll send them to their adresses and all I wish for is happiness and maybe two or three photos so I can see where my stickers are. You can use them for whatever you want, but I would be really glad if you place them on spots where many people can see them.

So..

What do I need?

-Your adress. (Jep, that's a bad point, but I swear I'm not a psycho and I just use your adress to send you these stickers.)
-Maybe some photos afterwards.

What do you get?
-One envelope with a ten or twenty  set full of different stickers. (If you want cupcakes more then Teacups, just let me know..)

There are absolutly no costs from your side, but If you have any questions, just feel free to ask.

Raise your teacup,

Alexis Devian

P.s.: I'll try to upload some photos for you ^^

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Alexis Devian
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I’m Alec.

I’m somebody who is born with an anomaly. I have ink in my veins. I spit, bleed, puke and piss Ink. If Ink would be my fuel, then words would definitely be the oil to keep this whole machinery of gear wheels in motion. They’re keeping me alive.

I love tea, books and good conversations.

My stories often rotate about ghosts by daylight, unexpected gatherings and memories which aren't so distant by looking closer at them. Train-stations and all about them, Cafés and bars, small flats and fascinating houses.. these spots are my zero points

Raise your teacup.



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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014
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Thanks for the fave
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BadAssPANTieStalker Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2014  Student General Artist
und thx fürs +watchen >;D
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EINsamer-wANDERER Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hallo und herzlich willkommen
bei :icondeutschedichter:

Wir wünschen dir viel Spaß.
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Sigma-Echo-Seven Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you for the fave and the watch!
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Megilar Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome.

Alexis
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