Gaze
By: AC
Does a gaze have weight? Can you feel mine as it moves over you?
Does it tickle as it moves down your arm, or squeeze as it moves across your breasts?
Do you feel it's gentle caress on your neck as you smile at a private joke? Do you feel it dance upon your lips?
If you could feel my gaze would...
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By: AC
Does a gaze have weight? Can you feel mine as it moves over you?
Does it tickle as it moves down your arm, or squeeze as it moves across your breasts?
Do you feel it's gentle caress on your neck as you smile at a private joke? Do you feel it dance upon your lips?
If you could feel my gaze would...
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"Arrgh!" should be a word. It's so descriptive and to the point. Even Charlie Brown knew that it was more than a sound.
"Suicide"
Life has been corrupted by the living.
Its sweet juices have been jellied for fat-ass donuts.
"Logically speaking" has become slanderous obscenity, as the majority thump their hearts and sit on their minds.
The proof of the truth is ignored while the clawed fingers of the needy grasp at the straws falling from the pockets of the sated.
Innovators and educators are burned for...
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Life has been corrupted by the living.
Its sweet juices have been jellied for fat-ass donuts.
"Logically speaking" has become slanderous obscenity, as the majority thump their hearts and sit on their minds.
The proof of the truth is ignored while the clawed fingers of the needy grasp at the straws falling from the pockets of the sated.
Innovators and educators are burned for...
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untitled:
AC
Clutch tight your gilded shield to your heart.
Duck your head down and thrust it forward to ward off the dangers.
Let reason and logic break upon your shield as the waves break upon the shore.
Shut tight your eyes and plug your ears, lest the sensiblity of truth sway you from the convenience of faith.
For the truth accuses you, puts the...
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AC
Clutch tight your gilded shield to your heart.
Duck your head down and thrust it forward to ward off the dangers.
Let reason and logic break upon your shield as the waves break upon the shore.
Shut tight your eyes and plug your ears, lest the sensiblity of truth sway you from the convenience of faith.
For the truth accuses you, puts the...
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Untitled:
AC
Step through the door that's set into nothing. A portal with no anchor or frame. It stands in clear air, defying rational and reason. Where does it lead? What does it open upon? Not even the ancients could tell you, were one of their long-passed number to walk by. For, even in their time, the door stood here, tempting passersby with its strangeness...
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AC
Step through the door that's set into nothing. A portal with no anchor or frame. It stands in clear air, defying rational and reason. Where does it lead? What does it open upon? Not even the ancients could tell you, were one of their long-passed number to walk by. For, even in their time, the door stood here, tempting passersby with its strangeness...
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"The two statements on your left and right back windows sure are ugly.
You have a lot of nerve to think such a thing.
Don't you have any fear of God at all?
You should be ashamed!"
These words were written on a sheet of pink notepad paper that I found underneath one of my windshield wiper blades as I left work today. The bumper...
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You have a lot of nerve to think such a thing.
Don't you have any fear of God at all?
You should be ashamed!"
These words were written on a sheet of pink notepad paper that I found underneath one of my windshield wiper blades as I left work today. The bumper...
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toxic:
Thank you very much, for stopping by to comment my set. Your words are kind and I very much appreciate them! I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Dark Mutterings: October 29, 2007
Fuck Santa right up his fat, red, holly-jolly ass. I am sick to fucking death of thrice-damned Christmas and all of its accompanying bullshit. "But," you say, a gleam of hopeful innocence in your eyes, "surely you can't be sick of Christmas alrady. It's only October. Christmas is ages away." WRONG! Christmas may still be two months away, but the...
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Fuck Santa right up his fat, red, holly-jolly ass. I am sick to fucking death of thrice-damned Christmas and all of its accompanying bullshit. "But," you say, a gleam of hopeful innocence in your eyes, "surely you can't be sick of Christmas alrady. It's only October. Christmas is ages away." WRONG! Christmas may still be two months away, but the...
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revelation:
Man, I love ur pics 
What the Hell is wrong with me? What part of my brain is broken, and how can I repair it?
I have words filling my head, sloshing around and pressing against the sides of my skull like flood waters. They press and push, yelling at me to free them, to set them down on paper and let them run. The problem is that the dam...
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I have words filling my head, sloshing around and pressing against the sides of my skull like flood waters. They press and push, yelling at me to free them, to set them down on paper and let them run. The problem is that the dam...
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