Tinnie Moe

Rookie - 482 Points [Tinnie Moe] (01/02/1984 / Tienen, Belgium)

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Tinnie Moe is not my birth name
it's a childish wink at Poe.
wanted to be a pathologist,
but got into arts first
drawing sketches, eating paint
Create kindness and respect
Urbex fascinates as so all deadly sins in a row
Reading and writing to ease the mind,
together with good drone and lovely wine
No I'm lying, it's supposed to be whiskey and ... more »

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  • ''' It's not how far and how much you travel, but with whome and by what means. '''
    quote myself.
  • ''Alone and utterly abandoned but by whome first, when life is merely just energy, there is no love to be found, Tina sang. But at least she sang.''
    me myself and I
  • ''This is not a story, for whom want to listen. For those who really want to, they've already heard.''
    totally my offspring
  • ''It's better to be a devil, disguised as a god, and have the mass to follow you, than a god appears to be a devil, and the mass following him.''
    selfknowledge
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  • Tinnie Moe Tinnie Moe (4/26/2015 10:27:00 AM)

    Tinneke Moe is not my birth name
    it's a childish wink at Poe.
    wanted to be a pathologist,
    but got into arts first
    drawing sketches, eating paint
    Create kindness and respect
    Urbex fascinates as so all deadly sins in a row
    Reading and writing to ease the mind,
    together with good drone and lovely wine
    No I'm lying, it's supposed to be whiskey and gin
    But for the worth of rhyming, i'd let a lie in...
    Open the portals of Earth's history
    and let your fantasy begin!

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Some Last Words

In the deepest morning of Gaia's green
in the deepest yearning of all unseen
there lies a harsh mourning vast
it seems


Remember yet our Hopidreams


Of all the touches on a mother's flesh
the first steps made by this
little fleshy lumps of knees their path wade

How these little blued eyes of mine
and your would have an own shine to soul
The babysteps it would take too soon
for it cheers our feelings to rake
How its smell would combine
the perfume of yours and mine

How it'll grow all over time
and launch a laughter after ...

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