And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

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In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


It’s Hard To See You When You’re Clean

Lips in the rearview mirror,
A window through which I can look but to whose image I cannot draw close.
It does not do to breathe this hard before the tide comes in,
They’re lips;
Not Parisian dreams,
Not skyscrapers,
Just lips.

I wouldn’t have known who you were if you had told me,
If it was curling like smoke
In your ash Wichita eyes.

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