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[title] => 卍 burnt cornfields 卍
[time] => 2005-08-13 17:20:45
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[bodytext] => 卍 burnt cornfields 卍 i can smell you, my nose twitches and wriggles Red triangles and asian girls with hair. (clocks and tubes that buzz and my skin) folds open not like my bible but like a cross and it drips deliciously. ((There is tapping of and fingers in my right ear and she is old and italian but i have or make no point.)) flames prancing, consuming Paper and fabric very old. Pink and soft tongues on flesh and inside. Green figs and Orange and Yellow peaches and mangoes and fruit juice is in my mouth and on your thighs. I am afeared of myself. This stubble on my face like burnt cornfields. My eyes seizure and vibrate ripple and oscillate like your toy and very wet for bleeding bloody tears and tasting nothing but myself. i am multi-faceted and many-sided multifarious manifestations of myself glare and peer with limpid clear eyes from seamless shadows. I know who I am not, at any point... In time why should you? asses and lips of girls and ladies go click and soar like warplanes through white clouds or lightning like men... (this is all only a distraction and) a very soft rag, tender rowan or my shirt wiped flecks and spots of blood from bifocals My brain has exploded all over your naked stomach; tied up like me and I must no longer be. Existing in sanity. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 75 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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