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A.Coward.To.Love.A.Whore.To.Lust Name: E:O:O Age: 27 Location: Occupation: Native Speaker Contact: mam.opice@gmail.com 
 
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Soul Defecation Bleached visions loom across the wind-carved white rocks of the desert's edge. The cold dark blue sky seems to be holding the world into place as the mountains in the near distance try to make a vertical escape from their prison. My feet burrow into the crumpled flesh of rigpa, the cool wet sand beneath. Here are some random thoughts of engagement of mine, meaninglessly mine: 1: A frown is a smile of lonliness 2: I am a thorn in the side of anybody I come to meet. The only thing I can hope for is to dull the sharpest of points into the dullest of pricks; of which I am. 3: Golden fury sun, goddess of all carbonic life, take me back to your source. Ignite these walls of imprisonment so I can be finally free. 4: 'Sorry'. A sorry is really only due when an unconscious act has been commited that either offends or disrupts. 5: Buffalo, New York: America's failed attempt at Communist-style architecture. 6: Commit yourself to freedom. The pen is powerful and can't be caged within any boundries. Sixty-four twirls, as the skirts of humanity rise up and over our knees, a cushioned sofa floating full of burning desires and blanketed in the milk white color of your beautiful flesh. I love you. . Keep on Walking Along So, I don't know what to say about what is below these poisioned words. Can I call it a sketch for a story I was working on? A portion, an ingredient for yet another unfinished dish? I lost a huge portion (the beginning) and the parts after this are in a really bad state, though this little portion needs a lot of work still. But, here is Untitled-40937 ------------------------------------- DELETED! Sorry, I really hated it. ------------------------------------------- . |
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