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the cusp
Here I am at the cusp,
brimming to a quivering fullness, swollen to excruciating desire, I am about to release this exquisite, burdensome excess in (hopefully) lofty words...
This is intellectual pain. This is maddening lust. (why is there yet no female-equivalent to 'blue balls'?) and I'll just have to wait, bite my lip, and hope for a powerful, ( Read more... ) -
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...you've changed, you're daring, you're blossoming in the woods ( Read more... ) -
On continuing to equivocate my blather
Denser and deeper I revel in abstractions that are not abstractions, the poetic license that renders me untrustworthy, mystical,suggestive...which are all really just synonyms for sexy.
None of us know quite what we mean by "sexy", or rather, we could never agree on just this meaning or that. Precisely the point of enticement, I think. What would ( Read more... ) -
autumnal reflection
less colors on the palate today,
or else they just don't grab me.
I always liked the word "Daunting", "daunting task" or a "daunting climb". It evokes pain through which triumph might be won.
Everyone knows the word but one feels awkward saying or typing it, as if the proper usage is slowly slipping from the vernacular, as are so many others.
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twisting in it...
Here I am confronted by ambition, dragging my desire along with, mixing realms resistant to receive...
Here I am naked before these texts, open and wanting on the one hand,
penetrating, pursuing, attacking on the other:
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There's something unspeakably sweet about waking up naked, to the sound of rain and thunder.
I don't believe we are in charge of the mode we wake-up in. Very few of us very rarely experience something that might be called a "lucid" dream, and even those of us who do understand that there are, most certainly, limitations to the control you exert on ( Read more... ) -
dialectic violence
There is a contradiction that is no contradiction at all.
A process of alienation of myself from myself as I am thrown into the full force of my desire. I began in richness, and in richness I will ache. Heart pounding from the assult and it's refraction inside my skull I will pulsate until I can construct a sedate reflectation, a stable framework in ( Read more... ) -
The Abyss
Certainty is an illusion. My generation knows such things ( Read more... ) -
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Some things are just unavoidable ( Read more... )