I was raped, absolutely raped, getting punished by her never ending hunger, like she had never eaten a single morsel, like she had just spent time camped away with all the starving little boys and girls that had their hair chopped off, and their humanization stripped, she ravaged my tree, like the Swiss family Robinson, setting up forts, and swings, a playground for candy cane...
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madi:
Thanks for taking the time to say something. Things arn't as bad the day after.
photomares:
hey...your right on the statistics 
.......... about a week ago somebody fired about 5-6 shots when we were barhopping its more frickin dangerous here than in Bagdhad 
.......... about a week ago somebody fired about 5-6 shots when we were barhopping its more frickin dangerous here than in Bagdhad Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Anne Sexton
No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhne,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as...
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Anne Sexton
No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhne,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as...
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blasfemme:
yes sir, i did read yer journey of sno whyte. good shite.
*shakes head and mummbles*...del shannon....
*shakes head and mummbles*...del shannon....
blasfemme:
i'm only playing honey pie. i actually like del shannon, reminds me of my mom. she's dead.
i just think you're cute when you're riled up.
i just think you're cute when you're riled up.
Summer rain salvation, just me and her, destiny and me with a reservation for a hotel in my dell, a delightful tiny watercourse running into the bigger and grand, the middle ocean and its muttered inky blinking sand. Just a simple little nod, from the communes of love, a look and wink, a cursed pepper, and devoted soul drink. Two people muddling amongst unsullied changes,...
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suburban_relapse:
Finding an example of writing at it's most dire is too hard, because I feel the urgency in almost everything I read. But here's something I like:
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
madi:
From between my carnal seething thighs
You see the torment in my eyes...
Touch the vestibule, or the flower dies
Your words tear me open, like no other has done
The battle of mind and heart has been won....
I'm drunk and I have no inspiration... I want to know you.. I haven't been so despertate to me myself in year... I know you understand me.
You see the torment in my eyes...
Touch the vestibule, or the flower dies
Your words tear me open, like no other has done
The battle of mind and heart has been won....
I'm drunk and I have no inspiration... I want to know you.. I haven't been so despertate to me myself in year... I know you understand me.
This has nothing to do with the piece chosen...the girl in the piece chosen...I liked!...I am granted pissy, but seriously don't remember ever jibber jabbering about significant others...god, I hate people in love....but am so fucking jealous...at least I won't have writers block...but seriously its the most annoying shit ever, that and people in relationships who start sucking, granted maybe they sucked in the first...
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photomares:
I would say come on down!............BUT your probably knee deep in SNOW! 
photomares:
company xmas party?......................Jan23rd 
Tin soldiers are always about babes.
As is summertime and wine
drunken mashed rum of virginity
sipping in grails, the infinite spring.
Not good enough, the percentage
I can not explain to you
of pregnancy that dies in words
Medical records of abortion.
Eat an egg
like it was a moment of grandeur
of golden spectacle, but innate and inert
commonplace like a mothers love....
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As is summertime and wine
drunken mashed rum of virginity
sipping in grails, the infinite spring.
Not good enough, the percentage
I can not explain to you
of pregnancy that dies in words
Medical records of abortion.
Eat an egg
like it was a moment of grandeur
of golden spectacle, but innate and inert
commonplace like a mothers love....
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abyssia:
sex, death, spirit.
abyssia:
you do the poetry. i do the brain dumps. bellvue may be calling, but you and i are on different frequencies. wonder if i'd prefer yours....
Maybe Minnesota only knows
It wouldnt be true
Like the auroras I loved under
This is just another winter thing
The days when skies like genesis
Dont end like before which day
The second day of firmament
Pumpkins and pinks, snow and sky
Nobody would believe the Roswells
Nobody would believe Gram Parsons
The desert does funny things
Thinner air
February love, cold it will...
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It wouldnt be true
Like the auroras I loved under
This is just another winter thing
The days when skies like genesis
Dont end like before which day
The second day of firmament
Pumpkins and pinks, snow and sky
Nobody would believe the Roswells
Nobody would believe Gram Parsons
The desert does funny things
Thinner air
February love, cold it will...
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madi:
How do you come up w/ this stuff? I love it. But I tell you that everyday huh? 
photomares:
774 homeruns....................................... one didnt count!
Alphabet soup
I want the petals of my gladiolus
and my iris
on the trespasses of her
as a glissade.
Oh the flavine sky
in that of my floruit
with tap water
and faux brains as fluoride.
Glorious to bite on my liguloid
or limuloid, so good
what is good
your private lobelia.
To the air malmsey
and my belly
of the younger mantua
Marguerite...
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I want the petals of my gladiolus
and my iris
on the trespasses of her
as a glissade.
Oh the flavine sky
in that of my floruit
with tap water
and faux brains as fluoride.
Glorious to bite on my liguloid
or limuloid, so good
what is good
your private lobelia.
To the air malmsey
and my belly
of the younger mantua
Marguerite...
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photomares:
ANNND............................................THEEEEEENNNNN?
photomares:
I bet if we look online there is a website exactly for that..... www.bouncequartersoftheass.com
I am not the dork. I am not the spoon on the plate. I am not the loner in the closet looking for a celibate. I am just the man with a brain living in a neurotique. I am normal fit, cool to a chance. I am visual, attractive to hype. I am elemental, experienced to soil. I am thinky, from tonic. I am calculated,...
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photomares:
GET AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD SIR....................DROP THE MOUSE VERY CAREFULLY!...........book him Dano
madi:
I'm going on a booze run right now, so I'm right behind you.
A simple love affair, of paradise, sun lost palm leaf jagged, vanilla wafer amber, my pictures of who, my pictures of her laying naked on my chest huffing, arching her slipper slight tongue, melons to a collie, breasts not important, sex not definable, not even mentioned, only lonely love.
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abyssia:
I would like to know what your perception of Lilith is. The illustration I used is just beautiful - though I thought of cropping off the bottom. I can tell you a little of the why and how Lilith came to be and how she is perceived in popular culture at the moment, but I'd really like first to know what your thoughts on her are.
abyssia:
Ok, so you understand Lilith historically. What is your perception of her now? No matter the time or place, in each mind, each symbol is created anew.
Decisions
Trust
People
None
Everyone
Taken
Granted
Feared
Judgment
Calvinists
Prudes
Puritans
Witch
Trials
Salem
Communists
Thought
Police
Hate
Crime
Pleasantville
Cocoon
Bush
Baby boom
Gettysburg
Revolution
Peace
AARP
Antics
Freedom
Nudity
Disgust
Absurd
Reality
Idea
Control
Taoism
Answer
Question
Harmony
Straw
Dogs
Myriad
Creatures
People
Same
People
Same
Cannot
Cannot
Hopeless
Life
Progress
Struggle
Faith
Resolve
Angel
Glory
Euphoria
Utopia
Ideals
Goddamn
Goddamn
Laughter...
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Trust
People
None
Everyone
Taken
Granted
Feared
Judgment
Calvinists
Prudes
Puritans
Witch
Trials
Salem
Communists
Thought
Police
Hate
Crime
Pleasantville
Cocoon
Bush
Baby boom
Gettysburg
Revolution
Peace
AARP
Antics
Freedom
Nudity
Disgust
Absurd
Reality
Idea
Control
Taoism
Answer
Question
Harmony
Straw
Dogs
Myriad
Creatures
People
Same
People
Same
Cannot
Cannot
Hopeless
Life
Progress
Struggle
Faith
Resolve
Angel
Glory
Euphoria
Utopia
Ideals
Goddamn
Goddamn
Laughter...
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madi:
I love you, and I mean that. I'm drunk so I can't expess what I'm trying to right now. 
madi:
I noticed... lol... I wish we lived closer to each other. I need a friend like you.. God I sound like a loser... lol...
Maybe no writing today...just a smile on my face....my younger brother has been in two fights in his life...well...fights with strangers...he's not physically imposing at all...5-11, 185 and neither ripped nor odd, just kinda broad shouldered and well fed...anyway...he is the nicest kid, people always like him..he is patient..friendly , intelligent...likeable...he lacks my temper...and the weight of trail blazing, as it should be, being younger...so...
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photomares:
JEEZ...........where the hell do you live that guys hit their women..............give your brother $50 for me and I will pay you back!
sydni:
you're silly. and donkey mutilation does need to stop.
I actually hate it when people say "nice piece of ass". It's so demeaning.
I actually hate it when people say "nice piece of ass". It's so demeaning.
Hide and seek. It is hide and seek for the little kids at the corner, the late July wind burning the lesser daylight dayboat banana cabana love affair. Is it fair, is it a fare, a change of paces, an exchange of faces, faces of lips, faces of words, of girls with first time pain, their Charlemagne, Karl the great, Charles of the magnum, Charles,...
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honeychile007:
Well, what about you then?
kybella:
That was cool...but...I think I need to take some "Tip's on learning HellSforHeroes writings" classes...cuz this reading and attempting to comprehend BS is not working.
1)No getting lucky for this chick...well, maybe if he rubs my feet the right way...
2)I suck at dominos, to be quite honest...
3)I rarely have bad days...I figure that I don't have it nearly as bad as some people, so why fret on petty things? A friend of mine has always told me..."Every day is a good one; some are just better than others."
4)Yes you can get over the melancholy- you are the one who decides what and how you feel....get it?
5)For medicating this melancholy, I recommend lots and lots of alcohol.
6)Romantics are hopeless because they have nothing else better to do...
7)My music is edgy rock...my voice on the otherhand has Maria Mena's tone...so i've been told...
8)Why do people ask why? Fuck. I'm stumped....
1)No getting lucky for this chick...well, maybe if he rubs my feet the right way...
2)I suck at dominos, to be quite honest...
3)I rarely have bad days...I figure that I don't have it nearly as bad as some people, so why fret on petty things? A friend of mine has always told me..."Every day is a good one; some are just better than others."
4)Yes you can get over the melancholy- you are the one who decides what and how you feel....get it?
5)For medicating this melancholy, I recommend lots and lots of alcohol.
6)Romantics are hopeless because they have nothing else better to do...
7)My music is edgy rock...my voice on the otherhand has Maria Mena's tone...so i've been told...
8)Why do people ask why? Fuck. I'm stumped....