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Morningsometimes stumbles to my doorstep when drunk. he will either sit there ‘till I wake him next afternoon, or remember how to break in through the back patio window.Morning
if he enters, he will stagger through the foyer and the kitchen. if I am not roused by dropped pots, he will reach the couch where I lay from stargazing the night before, sit at my feet in his stupor, and curl his body to mine.
sometimes I will wake to his touch, other times it will feel natural like the silk skin of men in dreams that make virgin thighs burn and sweat.
by ~LesCheveux
Observations - WIPI. PrehistoryObservations - WIP
There is nothing contextual about the aesthetics of you; Prehistory knew nothing of supple, smooth curves. Their women were sore, broken-backed, swollen incubators with heads hung, arms folded in obedient shame: plow mules of procreation. You appear brazen, dexterously carved over years, chiseled from caresses-- the deft hands of any reincarnation of Rembrandt.
II. Black-Figure Pottery
Midnight: bedroom kilns meld porous girls with grainy boys. Morning: cold-air reveals black glaze; sobriety lights the designs of intent.
by ~LesCheveux
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I have not talked to you in far too long. I miss you. How have you been, dear?
Sincerely,
Kaitface.
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A Lulu Jamal, parce que elle est mon monde (:
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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Webcam it UP!
I like music.
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
in either case, thanks for the visit.
oh, and tbones are the deal. that is all.
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We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
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Incooooommming!
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i was just about to post my normal 'thanks for the watch!'
which i suppose you get as well, but with the first question toooo
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