anothervictim

I yearn for photographic goodness that comes only from a digi-cam. click-click, I have taken your soul and placed it in the book. The book of smiles and red "devil" eyes/ Stick your tongue out or pose pickin your nose and show that "individuality", heehee my hopeful digi-cam will not miss a single tastebud or salival string. No satiation here, this appetite cannot be quelled until objective met...digicam...where art thou>?

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off to twerk on comp-age I have

worked my fingers to the bone searching the Internee for the precise compilation that creates direct emotional change for an individual. I end up just wanting to make a Gravy Train album, but I sustain set goal/ Perhaps the lack of oxygen to my brain has enlightened me somehow. I most likely have sleep apnia, but without the sleep.

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I took the mouth-breather part too literal when I was a child and I heard adults mention it when referring to people who are "a waste of space.". While speed walking to classes that I will inevitably be late to, I hold these chompers closed to disguise the lack of ATP usage that comes with this hunka-hunka body of mine.

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Do you ever single out that one body trait that you tend to elevate above all others? The one (or more) things that you feel accentuate that wonderful visage that you call mua. I often look in the mirror and see things needing improvement. Mirrors should be banned; I blame them for every tiny flaw I have. I often drift my face closer and closer to the mirror so my eyes meet up with the mirrored eyes, and they proceed to have a steamy self-affirming courtship ritual that seldom works out after leaving the bathroom. "Come and see my sexy eyes at work you hot studmuffin you"

Perhaps that is what my eyes say to the mirror eyes.

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I have trouble sorting myself out, so take it as a big lump of truth puddin'


xoxo

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