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vicarious lust beyond page 287Cassie was an artist. With charcoal pastels, she painted masterpieces on last year’s newspapers; every Sunday night she watched film noir cartoons on her vintage television; every Monday morning, she stressed over the unfinished projects due that day. She found disgrace in beauty and believed color was only for the shallow. When it rained, she'd stare at the nimbus clouds and trace her grey sunset in the gloomy sky. Rain was her muse, her inspiration, her best friend. And melancholy weather was her lover. To settle her depression, she went to the library; she closed her eyvicarious lust beyond page 287
by *ChloroformBoy
Romantic I long to see his face at least once in my life. I long to feel his arms hold me tight. I long to feel his hand touch my face. I long to feel his kiss go down my neck.Romantic
I long to feel his tounge slide in my mouth. I long to feel his body above mine. I long to be held in his sweet embrce. And the thing I long to feel most is his warm breath tickle my ear as he whispers the words, "I Love You."
I long to see his face at least once in my life. I long...
by ~worthless-poet
You in the MirrorMaking love to the mirror With the music in your ear And the crowd of crows in your head Hearts beat in time And it's not a metaphor Chest, and pigskin Concert in your room With Freud rocking onYou in the Mirror
Hair halfway to your knees Bare chest, with a trinket Accent to tease Hammer and sway Candy guitar you can't really play Deoderant and the walls Hearing your screechin' fugue Climax - and you're really flying high With broken wings Here you land on the mattress But tomorrow, where? (Will your hero take a fall?) It ain't a journey &n
by ~toonarmycaptain
archaeologists excavate botanyyou buried my marrow seeds in skeletal gardens, hoping they would grow into a heart to replace your brittlesweet timebomb. how many half-full, half-empty teardrops does it take to hydrate your frail, fractured fragments ? my watering can has a limit, you know, but i don’t want your fragile leaves to suffer osteoporosis. you planted my framework beneath dirt and gravel, but cartilage vines tangled petals with vitamins and the sun bruised my corollas and calyces.archaeologists excavate botany
nine months later, i sprouted from the ground, spreading sepal wings, ascending until my height surpassed the sky. you climbed my beanstalk body
by *ChloroformBoy
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- Current Residence: the ozarks
- Interests: band
- Favourite band or musician: John Mayer
- Favourite genre of music: i listen to anything
- Favourite style of art: architectual photography
- Email: flairflex@hotmail.com
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| I'm not much of an artist. I like looking at the amazing things other people can do with a pencil. i want to be an architect eventually. I attempt photography but it's not one of my stong points. I like to do photography. writing is usually fun too even though i'm no good at it. There isn't really that much to tell about me. If you want to know anything, leave me a message |
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Where are you in the states, I'm spending a good part of the next year there!
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"Without love what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents of chemicals walking around lonely!" -M*A*S*H
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Talk to me! MSN - toonarmycaptain@hotmail.com
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"Without love what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents of chemicals walking around lonely!" -M*A*S*H
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Talk to me! MSN - toonarmycaptain@hotmail.com
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I'm the ninja spy
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Okay, SportacusxPolDark is a guilty pleasure
If you think Twilight is a load of Mary Sue BS, copy and paste this into your signature.
A million takk fyrirs to ~hijikataXmayo1919 for my icon
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Oh, you're a bus stop!
Happy making goodness by: *yuumei
Help, please!
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The Sound Of A Million Doors Opening, Closing, Creating, And Breaking
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation
Kahlil Gibran
"First comes smiles, then comes lies, last is gunfire" Stephen King
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