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| by joe hey, the temporal vs. the humanistic. Neither wins but one triumphs in the face of the conglomerate. F' off and die you inhuman fat bastard. Comment on this... |
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| by Joe Hey girl, Somewhere twixt and tween "realities" is the blind perfect truth. Solemn frivolities depict the...there she is, beauty incarnate, the spark of her sensuality dimmed by work and tried by obtuse if earnest responses. Her sexual glory, aching as it is for...driven cosmic carnal appreciation and worship...count the days, the myriad ways, the o'so casual(not)displays of her rampant need. There is a lust born of denial that enfolds and entices the soul from its mundane shell...a hunger that bespeaks the eternal-draws out the too stolid flower of clinging, cloying resistance. Every approach, every dogged echo of this consuming desire seems awkward/ ill-fitted to the task. Never doubt that this tremor is right...no hesitation this want. Too much, too true. The senses rally to you, too perfect siren...of the five primary...I know taste to be the penultimate...taste the extremes of your private palaces. That mouth who spake the mind- breaking cries of infancy, the heart- breaking cries of the broken heart, the cryptic language of lustful morse code. Glands, apertures, extremities, enclaves, awaiting to imprint their unique signature upon my tongue so that I may forever absorb your essence, know your biochemical mystery montage of human whonder. Reduce me to my primary element-desire for you. Mind, heart, soul-expressed by the body as a glorious culmination of nigh half a century of subjectivity to your constructs. Words bounce off the windshield of my semi- developed strategies. Accept my fingers about your many surfaces, acknowledge my all-encompassing urge as an extension of your viscose, mythical ectoplasm. Squirt, convulse, gasp, the time is now... the moral, spiritual imperative will not be denied, make the jump, there is only one salvation for us- that is mutual saturation in one another. Dream of me. Comment on this... |
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| by The Nothing Hey, The nothing and everything consumes and disheartens me. Comment on this... |
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| by J-bot. Hey, Melting in reminiscence. Comment on this... |
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| by Bleeder Hey, Dheth of a thousand cuts. Reluctant precognitive. Lax vigilance/hyper sensitivity. Hard bought hope. Comment on this... |
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| by Gentle Ben Heey, T.M.Z. Morons that wallow in their own crapulence. Glorify frivolity and misfortune in lieu of earning a real and productive living...or contributing in any real way to human existence. "The Emperor has no moral identity." Comment on this... |
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| by Labourer Hey, Giggle youse all you tight blassed whoremongers. Comment on this... |
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| by Zen Puppy Hey, There will be ripples...sorry. Tangled web and all that. Comment on this... |
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| by coolzombie dHey, should ibe impressed or distressed over the awkward angles that spring up around the truth. Nah, it happens. I still fixate on amanda little. Cut me down if you want. I have very little influence over anything...carve me and you carve your own pathetic self. so there. Comment on this... |
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| by C.Z. Hey, Don't tread on me you silly type intrepid wanna bees. Do not use the cool zombie name in shallow giggles. I clear my throat of you. Ahem. Comment on this... |
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