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i'm so worn of being always against your better judgement, Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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I still have visions of us living in a stained-glass turret, a tower all alone in an emerald field; lounging on a bed of ostrich feathers, covering you in red petals and chewing them.
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thickening skin, waxy and glowing, tanning in sunlight, saffron. oblong breasts extending, swelling segmented wedges, growing to make protruding belly. swallowing legs and arms and face, until one plump sphere, a radiant earthen moon. pores exuding flowery scent, citrus exotic. brunette locks twist in braid at top, like stem. hailing in the house of our sun, milking, absorbing osmosis orb. ripe repose.
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noticed something when traveling to countries of foreign language: whenever i see an "entrance" sign, i read it as "entrancing." whenever i see an "exit" sign, i read "exciting." Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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selflessness, Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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"shot in the heart, shot in the eye, shot in the ass, caught like a flower, in the dance."
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The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence.
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