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[_____ox_____]

I feel kinda gross and girly. Someone wants to be naughty with me and was really overt about it

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[xoei]

What timing it was, the day i decide to cancel my journal is the day you decide to publish my name in such a strange paragraph.

My initial[immediate] reply was;
--->hmm Ox. I hate to interrupt on your art-school-melancholy-infinite-gloom[poetry], but my tongue never scribed those words.

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but after the flame of the moment stopped burning my ass, i gave it an impartial thought.
Although i never said it, it was the underlying theme of our relationship. Reality is/was a cold and artless[unadventurous] parking lot. Excused by youth, the fictionfantasylies provided the power for the joyride.
i guess thats why i cant ever find a tangible piece of evidence, a souvenier of the ride. I guess we were two forgotten children dumped on the earthquake-ruptured asphalt parkinglotcity, playing angels and demons and demons and angels. REALITY FAILED US. So we went spinning like sufi dancers, into a meditation.

[_____ox_____]

Agreed, but oh xoei, I remember those words. There were two times which you told me this. I wouldn't make up something like those encounters to prove a selfish point of mine. We were confused and inspired and yes, we are much like a uniquely beautiful building that gets demolished for something more modern. you revisit the site after the demolition to acquire some memento of its existence but you have only the haunting lapses into momentary nostalgia and some photographs. infinite gloom poetry rawkzilla.