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[gavingunhold]

Beneath the leaves and trees of the forest foliage the small man meanders amidst the roots and trunks, bare feet swishing slightly through the fiery fall explosion of colored foliage scattered across the forest floor.

And I’m immediately bored…

Now

if he were

an orange robed bald-headed monk slipping between the trunks on a pilgrimage … and and if

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[gavingunhold]

as the stitches become switches in the flickering of white light as your underpants begin a dance as they burst lace first unto the world
we must allow a moment to compose yourself lest you endanger the health of your repressed, rather hope to impress those who appear to vest
interest in the rush to liberation
by using such provocation you may land yourself in a rather sexy station of revelation allowing you to topple nations, worshippers erecting bronze creations in your name
and all this fame
came
when you allowed yourself to run free.

... if you were commando, its a whole different story.