Sexy Times Drafts 1 and 2BENEATH THE MIRE, DIRT AND LEAVES HID AN ELABORATE ORGANISMSexy Times Drafts 1 and 2
THIS MYSTIFYING MISTRESS YAWNING HUNGERS FOR WILDFIRE
SECRETED IN HER WHISPERS WAS THE ESSENCE OF DESIRE
MY COMPASSES WENT WILD FROM THIS EVIL MONSTERS MAGNETISM COMETS FELL FROM OUTER SPACE TRANSPIRING A CATACLYSM
I FELT THE CLOCK HAND SHIFT ITS WEIGHT ALL JUST TO PACIFY HER ALONE AMONGST THE SHADOWS I WOULD HEAVILY PERSPIRE
SCHISM HUNG THE CRUCIFIX MUSING ICONOCLASTIC WISDOM FOR LOVE IS A PAROXYSM.
THE PIERCING OF HER EYES FELINE LEFT ME NUMB AND SCATTERING TO TOUCH THE SMOOTH SCALED SERPENTINE WHOS
Take Me HomeLEAKING FROM HER OLEANDER LIPSTake Me Home
SHE ONCE WAS AN IMMACULATE CREATION
BLEEDING FROM THE INFLAMED VACCINATION PAINTING PATERNAL PORTRAITS IN THE DRIPS DISPENSING VERMIN FROM HER JUXTAPOSING HIPS SHE COULD NOT HIDE THE EVIL TRANSFORMATION NOR COULD SHE CHASTIFY HER ADVOCATION
WHILE THE NURSES SUTURED UP THE RIPS
AWAKE ALONE CONFUSED
ENVELOPED IN THE LIGHT DISTORTED AND MISUSED SANCTUARY OF THE NIGHT SEVERED FROM THE SHRUNKEN SEED
SAFE AWAY FROM THE STAMPEDE
Efil Dnarg A.As I stalked the scorched, black-hole time-span of an expunged eternity I stood helplessly alone. Devouring the distant horizon I humbly whispered my sacramental prayers. The scope of my solar perception vanished beneath the desolate parasol of night. This my friends is where my journey began.Efil Dnarg A.
Inside I felt a deep-seeded hunger scratch and twitch beneath the lining of an inflamed acid bulge. Anorexic outbursts exploded as I clasped my peeled, hypodermic hands. Soullessly I circled jaundiced faced clocks, displacing the sunken and revolving eyes of our tempered past. These vacant facades nourished the metacarpal seam that awoke these ar
Blinding White LightI'm locked into her gleaming, hypnotic, hazel eyes; which burst with the suns endless radiance. I feel the smooth, velvet touch of her skin as the dying, fire-like leaves falling from the ageing claret ash and scarlet oak trees suspend timelessly in the air. The hectic roaring of car engines and screeching of balmy rubber on the dry and worn, city streets are hushed by her tender, soothing tongue; time stops. 'What is it ...?' she enquires with her gentle, touching voice. The tone of which she speaks is like that of a fine tuned instrument; harmoniously penetrating my ears with her melodious song. My nostrils catch a pleasing and hearteBlinding White Light
from uncle dwayne
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Know Thyself!
Have a nice day!
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An old man by a seashore at the end of day
Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island, seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name
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"A place to momentarily house all the abstractions."
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