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Thursday Nov 21, 2002

Nov 21, 2002
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I miss her coiled black verns and her cheek brushed light with dirt. I miss her pale and rose soft flesh of stitch and hooks- a dream gone virtually motionless. A vine unravels, a move of her fingers to touch my chin and deaden my lips with a rapid rotted weed and leaves of steel. Her glass of lakes in eyes of grey, the skies fell to the mud, I froze. Her breath let fog of sirens blood and spilled my murdered heart onto the crushed glass floor and sticks turned black. My seasoned hands of knotted pine leak deep beneath her thrashed oak dress and through the dead grass covered graves into a dream, a lost one now, but once upon a time I mean. I miss her bones upon my bones. I miss her ears to scream into and hips to push and shoulders begging no more pain to melt into them lightly, hourly forever into one we became. Once upon a time, I mean. I miss her dust and veil of lace and gloves with no fingers and buckles up to her chin. Too much now I am charred of lost and nothing, gone. I bake here now beside no grave, my night turned sun and mist turned blank. A sick boy once now holds no illness, free from life he wastes. He missed his baronness of fire once upon a time, he misses his pain.
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joscelyne:
it's aaron! and you are holding a gun to his head while he holds two gigantic fake cocks...my aren't i the observant one...

please excuse my idiocy
Nov 21, 2002
dia:
Sorry to not call back. Marla called. Good things afoot. That IS the ugliest gun ever.
Next time I want the glamour shot though, so I can drool and drool over you, okay? OH, what's that? I've got one right here, thanks wink... (Calvin Klein/James Dean/Goth pics of the Ducati era)...

My entire world is made of mucous. I am drugged and drowning in mucuous and only you can save me! The question is: will you? Just close your eyes, pretend it's Jell-o, and dive in.

Speaking of which, about this 101... please turn the page. Thank you. See you soon. Radio Transmission scrambled, makes out one faint, sex... bomb.... fuckthekitty?....something in Japanese perhaps?....a loud man's moaning...?... a little girls' shoe falling to the floor...?... water.... from a faucet...?END.
Nov 21, 2002

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