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because it's funnyI waited nine years. Did you wait nine years? Or was I just waiting with you in mind.because it's funny
I smell you on me. Reeking, Rank and musty I can't wash you out, can't wipe you off. The row houses sweat the same old tune, the same lonely propriety as I stand there talking 300 miles away, I'll be 300 miles away, 6 hours away, but 4 if you're lucky.
And you got lucky and I got my list, another thing before I turn 30, this teenage thing, this stupid need for resolve, this heavy smell of you. And I hear doves as you whisper and curse, as my mouth races bleeding all over you, all over your mother's car. And I'm sorry I'm weird
by ~ruhelos
cityI keep smelling the sheets, trying to make a memory of you of you and I, your cheap cologne, my expensive oil an act of desperation in the face of desertion an all too familiar play of all I've given, given those acts so sacred to some those acts that matter to me little more than what's behind them and desperation was always behind them my hollow, aching need the razor-nailed shrew ripping my womb that shrew held tame for you because I gave you something more precious than what I got on sale something more precious than a glistening green bottle more preciouscity
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flayerReptiles have such beautiful skin but they freeze They eat up insects, vermin turn them in to their beautiful skin Slither, writhing with grace their tongues touch the unreachable, the unthinkable And their skin is so beautiful Scars seem to disappear in the soft slick but they’re still there within in the beautiful skin They mean no harm those sharp claws, grasping those acrid tongues, lapping will make you a new thing a frozen thing with such beautiful skinflayer
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DiscernmentConcrete fear. Abstract enigma.Discernment
My assumptions are wrong yet relevant to what I feel.
It’s inevitable to overreact and there is no avoiding what I lack.
Transgress what I made out of myself.
Hidden laws in the back of my mind, made by the past,
made by what didn’t last. The life expectancy of a moment is short, There’s not enough time to actually win. “I should have done this, I should have done that… I’ll do it next time”
Next time never comes. Lost inside the concept of time. I’ve known him for four years, I met him just last week. Indent in the struct
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- Interests: Everything is a little bit interesting...
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Rice, Suzanna Moore, Machievelli
- Favourite photographer: Man Ray, despite his misogyny
- Skin of choice: preferably warm, but not required
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- Favourite cartoon character: myself
- Tools of the Trade: scraps of paper, something to make marks with, Word, a dirty mind
- Email: LenaPhoenix@yahoo.com
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however i got here...
just another piece of you that i can treasure and pretend is all mine...
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Rori______________________
"This isn't art--this is suicide in a social way"
Bad Religion
"i will always be thinking of you now when i get a handjob."
--[link]
And you have been given a bag of gummy fists to throw back!
So throw them at the next innocent person that standing near you!
RULES!!!
1-You must throw gummy fists at at least '6' people!
Your ammunition!
2-You can't throw a gummy fist at the person who threw one at you.
3-Unfortunately, you can't eat them.
4-Start spreading the gummy fist throwing love around DA!
Let the chucking commence!
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-Molly
I'm honored by your hatred.
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