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Jan 22, 2005 14:16

she spread herself out on the floor in plain view of everyone, her breasts sagging spitefully (only twenty) in twin hyperboles toward the rug, small ascetic figure sucking and tugging impatiently at the crowded air in the room. syrupy whisky convolutions showing mixtures of desire and jetlagged realization, she's no more lovely than the wrought ( Read more... )

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risk1911 January 22 2005, 19:39:24 UTC
where ya goin' with that key, kid? where ya goin'?

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unfoldingakemi January 23 2005, 04:39:55 UTC
key?

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risk1911 January 23 2005, 22:19:23 UTC
yes. the key to my heart. ;D

i hope you're okay or even better than okay. call me if you need to.

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vapid_waste January 23 2005, 05:57:24 UTC
I caught your entry in WordTheory. I read some of your other writing in your journal. I think your writing is quite good, a raw and expressive prose.

I'm adding you as a friend.

VW

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