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Nous sommes sales.Les nuits sont noires.
Ce sont des moments forts.
Depuis qu'il est riche, il est mauvais.
Il boit dès qu'il est seul.
Elle lève sa chemise...
cette femme... elle ressemble a un garcon.
Malgré elle, l'aime-elle.
(Elle est bête)
Elle l'a dit:
"Je veux vivre. Je veux être vous. Je ne veux pas en parler. Je vais prendre mon temps."
Il l'a dit:
"Ta mère a fait de tu ce que tu es."
Elle l'a dit:
"Je m'enfuis de chez mes parents au nuit"
your limber trunks
were turgidly tickling
the backs of my thighs
as I thirstily guide
each of your fingers
to graze between
my lips and tongue.
HoggerI woke up this morning
and my world filled with clouds.
Doused in precarious abandonment,
enveloped in a somber shroud.
A gossamer, gaseous mist
sloughed up the riverbank
and illuminated truth
that was tenebrous and dank.
Some murloc with an axesword
pierced through this tenuous armor,
leaving my hands tied behind my back
and my breath a wistful murmur.
Exsanguinated, delirious, coquettish,
trapped in my own smile,
recovering in the grass;
I'll be here for a while.
Calculate ThisBaby, why are you taunting me
with that slide rule hanging from your tan pants,
hypnotizing me with harmonic sequences
and the integrals of inverse tangents.
My luv for u is a sine wave,
diverging, not converging.
The limit for our passion D.N.E.
and my horniness is surging.
Cum on girl and show me
yer tits that circumscribe
your titalicious nipples
or whatever, I don’t know,
just sit on my balls, girl.
Do me sweet lady.
Robert's Rules of OrderFor jumping on your bed at 8PM
while the neighbors play
a little IDM.
For laying in the shower shaving your calves,
on all your must-haves.
For standing in line in the grocery store
gazing at the sloppy hanging buttcheeks
of an under-dressed whore.
For feeling excitement surge through your veins,
the words emptied from your mouth, you smile,
not feeling the slightest bit of refrain.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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