Devious Journal EntryYou're so much more, so much more, endearing with the sound turned off.
~wolfsbane-paranoia
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paradise child.His love, he says, is red, green and gold. Golden, like my body in the glow of the single bulbed room, (or silver depending on the moon.) Red, as the rivers Nile that pulse and swell beneath our skin, faster faster, or slowly slowly, but always constant. Green, like cannabis; like my eyes, like his thumbs.paradise child.
He says that all women are Delilah’s. He weaves wicker chairs and refuses their use. He says a lot of things, I tell him. He nods once, twice. Looks away, relights his blunt. Peeks at me through his curtain of locks, smiles. If I am Delilah, he is Sampson. If I am his downfall, he lets me be so willingly. &nbs
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letter to a species of poison.A sacrificial lamb once told me, post sacrifice, that it’s not so bad on the other side but how reliable are the words of a ghost whose ectoplasmic strands were sewn together in my hallucinations? I’m not sure of the relevance butletter to a species of poison.
I have begun construction on the belief that maybe you deserve a chance.
You’re not particularly fond of my bodily fluids but I’m particularly fond of your body.
Each work of art consumes chunks of one’s soul at a time and when it becomes saturated with fatigue the artistic creation of another may provide the inspir
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HeartCandyForWoundedSoldiers.Then He saw her. Sweet caramel skin, short, perfectly styled hair and the neatest set of fingered hands he’d ever seen bestowed upon a female. The type of eye candy that demands a toothache.HeartCandyForWoundedSoldiers.
Then she saw him. With the eyes of a markswoman sporting pupils as black as midnight, She aimed him up with a double barreled intent to love.
“Did it hurt?”, he asked. “Did what hurt?”, she replied. “When you fell from heaven.”, he answered. She smiled.
He should’ve adjusted his countenance to reflect his resistance to close range emoti
by ~False-Like-Tv
fierce. fire. bayoufierce, fire. another vision. this time it manifests itself as the smoke that emanates from your cigarette. I take a whiff as if it were her scent and savour it. its the only thing i can do while i wait in silence for another girl to come. her, with the beautiful eyes, comes here quick and quivering. whats there to do but kiss and kiss and kiss. i miss you. fierce, fire. another message pierces the bayou. here i am expecting just a little bit, too much but, i'm understanding that i look to your eyes and see through them a reflection of someone genuine. expecting yet another kiss but its you i'm missing. its you i'm not kissing. it's youfierce. fire. bayou
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