i yearn for some warm body between my arms. just a touch where the black, sequined gown falls to the small of her back, my chin by the nape of her neck
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omfg!! i remember, burgess told me when the branches of the trees rapped against my window during the storm. earwicker!!! E upright!! and also the dead insect... i dont have that on my keyboard tho.
C is very apt for Cove and Covet (the mouth shutting). and i like the way Clue sounds (? lodged on the lips). though Clean (or cleanse) emphasises something too antiseptic, as if the tongue was being stripped with an acid (choral bleach of chlorine).
prithee, let my whisper attend to your patient earburntnortonApril 13 2004, 22:04:20 UTC
this particular swab (my love), a brief slog of listerine on its damp front, stings at point of contact with the open wound. yet the sting of uncertainty is also the killer of doubt, the healer of raw flesh.
is this the contradiction in pain which can make it feel so good?
the literature of questionsburntnortonApril 13 2004, 23:07:07 UTC
i would ask: of whose doubts do you speak? but instead a blossom of sorry?
i would like to talk to you now and not be so enigmatic. so you could talk about him. reconstruct him as words so as to capture the essence you receive from him.
to make some degree of solvency in what is too firm for opening/adaptation.
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i remember, burgess told me when the branches of the trees rapped against my window during the storm. earwicker!!! E upright!!
and also the dead insect... i dont have that on my keyboard tho.
C is very apt for Cove and Covet (the mouth shutting). and i like the way Clue sounds (? lodged on the lips). though Clean (or cleanse) emphasises something too antiseptic, as if the tongue was being stripped with an acid (choral bleach of chlorine).
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Burgess on FW is most enjoyable. I mean, for the gasps.
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this particular swab (my love), a brief slog of listerine on its damp front, stings at point of contact with the open wound. yet the sting of uncertainty is also the killer of doubt, the healer of raw flesh.
is this the contradiction in pain which can make it feel so good?
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of whose doubts do you speak?
but instead
a blossom of
sorry?
i would like to talk to you now and not be so enigmatic. so you could talk about him. reconstruct him as words so as to capture the essence you receive from him.
to make some degree of solvency in what is too firm for opening/adaptation.
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