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There was the usual awkwardness that one experiences with one that one has a colorful, loving and somewhat atypical past with. Heartbreak on the shores of the vicissitude of complicated souls takes no prisoners in Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago, Marcy’s palpable judgmentalism and Phillip’s schizophrenia. Marcy had sultry, dripping sweat that covered her huge breasts proudly after sex. Marcy wants to tell Phillip, and most people for that matter, what is wrong with them. And, the irony is, if you asked her, she would probably say that she thinks that she holds her tongue. Phillip is aware of this and it is one of the few emotional / psychological edges he feels he has over her. In the big picture, he is her slave because he loves her more than she loves him. The power of the heart and the servitude that insecurity provides for. Small kittens and lovely lizards get more respect, at times, than Phillip does. Does he deserve it? Is her treatment of him reactionary or a result of a bipolar personality?
I can just be sitting there and the mounds of insanity—only because I’m smart enough to realize the depths of insanity—are achingly clear. I think about the girls/women, throughout my entire life, who have liked me. Mainly, I think about the ones I had no idea liked me—which is what got them hot.
Small battles
Little lost souls that give in to any whim
The fear of dying is ridiculous paranoia that means very little
Positivity sits just atop the next mountain
Maybe the next day
Imperious to the fools around one
And the absurdity of the non-appreciation to the vast open space beyond suburbia
Women come and go
Failures beneath in cosmic notions
Love reigns on the tenous tides of insecurity
If one settles for life then what has one betrayed?
Thyself?
I guess it depends on the nature/environmental development of said self
The dutch with their shoes and curly, upwards look on what is above them
Sullen and dastardly deeds of nations and humans leave marks on generations
Something otherwordly gets passed down
Integrity
Carl, Josh, Justin and Rob
Tenderfoot rank and lying in the dark
First class something else
Forever forlonged
Forever in the dark
Reminiscent of Mordor and leaving the leaves
Behind a deed that we gave up on
Who is it?!
Blue is the loneliest color of all
I’m pretty sure my hand is being touched by flames
Somebody hug me
Not really somebody hugged me
But something otherworldy
Dude, I think I’m burnt in my glove
Believe in nothing
More than new
More than the butterscotch pudding
Colder than the absence of the Internet
I am the walrus
I am the shining light at the beginning of the road
But nothing more than the old
They never saw what we saw so if they don’t understand
Then all the better
The fucking lost grass that never grew to full form
I need a toupee for my bunghole
They give fire gloves for palmolive sears that give nothing but olfactory lovelies
There are but few
But the few do make all that is
The sweat from my inferno-like scrotum was running like niagara.
Yes I’m talkin about the falls you trifflin’ ass ho.
THAT’S A HUGE BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Carmen San Leandro
Stolen kisses and silly little girls
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Posted by joshfarris on 2008-02-16 23:31:29 | Rating: | Views: 27
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