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aggravation is loveThere is a certain ache on my arm. It’s as though the blood has stopped flowing. I turn to look and wince. That’s right. Her sinuses have been heightened and only the constant sniffing interrupts the growing glow of the room. She breathes a steady flow of air through her mouth, quiet and sighing. I try to remember last night as the alcohol swims in my head. We had eaten Japanese food. And as soon as she wakes up, I will continue the date as though nothing had happened, part paid escort, part listening sensitive partner, part sex god. She rubs her face against my skin, and I feel a sudden shock of anger. How could you not cry at sucaggravation is love
by ~xspikex
Split ParabolasI write to you now, mother. Behind enemy lines, Speaking German fluently, without a sense of disgust Yet they have found me, Captured Brutally tortured. Yet mother, have no fear or grief in your wrinkled pale heart. Although I may have a unfamiliar rendezvous with Death, Believe me when I say, I die happy to serve my King and Country. I suppress my emotions Deeply. Unflinching to let them see. Whip.Split Parabolas
I don’t think I can die in dignity, mother. I cry. I feel
Absolutely naked. Stripped bare. I shall never die happy and contented li
by ~xspikex
Oh, christmas treeThe city lights flash gaily to usher in Christmas. I see frat boys on their vacation leave from the university taking shots of vodka to impress the girls. I feel sick. The ‘I Love New York’ with the heart sign is alight and boasting. Nobody loves New York. I hurry into the dank alley. Catcalls and masochistic whistles come out from the dark corners of metal and trash. John’s there already, with the other girls. He fondles one of the blonde ones and she giggles in her fake delight. Ew. For all his disgusting habits, I owe him a lot. If it weren’t for him, I would be one of those hookers on the road who get abused every night. Jessie’s one of tOh, christmas tree
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"Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself believe." - Winston Churchill
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And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep it
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
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i really liked the picture too, i'm glad someone else does.
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And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep it
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Just another modern swinger. <3
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