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his shapes of words are not just collections of time passed...each one of his stories means something...his words carefully shaped to fit into something poignant...like part of a puzzle...for me...each and every one of his words transmutes something damaged...align something almost perfect... in the middle of him...i see myself...he numbs me to everything outside of us...he sharpens me to everyt…
a kajira's dream serve KAJIRA: sullenly kneeling...not really wanting to serve...but preferring to sit and chat "Master please may this girl serve?" MASTER: Paga girl! KAJIRA: "damn" sighs and rolls her eyes "yeah ok" getting up and walking into the Kitchen...say out loud "it's always bloody cold in here...can't someone turn up the heat?" finding a bowl of dubious cleanliness right at eye leve…
a Free Man once said to me..."if I were an artist...you would be my Canvas and the instruments of use are to make you perfect and shine...or it is my responsibility to build you into an image of perfection" I answered... "paint me in the colors of your lust leave the marks of your affection on the pale canvas of my flesh push my body to it's limits writhing and whimpering under your touch…
this goes out to the jealeaus people out there...you know who you are who are you to think of me the way you do? who gave you the right to rant about me? tell me who deemed you the Man or the Judge? why do you hold in so much jealousy? who are you to stare and make fun and make me your next casualty? you silly little person what makes you think in anyway that you are better than me? materi…
livinging life like a candle in the wind have the grace to hold yourself....when the rain sets in
Fly away from my window little blue bird Fly as far as you can away from here And let not your song fall upon my ear Go spread your blue wings and I'll shed my blue tears For the one that I have loved He has left me and gone An' I'm in no mood for to hear your sad song Bring not your light into my dark room yellow sunshine Waste not your warmth on the cold glisten here Oh, trouble me not…