a sketch in the light
Like a stream, like the wind, like the idea striven for and occasionally broached in the figure skaters cursive flight, in rare moments, all the brighter for the backdrop of pressure from which the diamond moment is squeezed, juiced out like the last drip of the precious, the last lingering tease of a rare wine, fermented from formative conditions of...
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Like a stream, like the wind, like the idea striven for and occasionally broached in the figure skaters cursive flight, in rare moments, all the brighter for the backdrop of pressure from which the diamond moment is squeezed, juiced out like the last drip of the precious, the last lingering tease of a rare wine, fermented from formative conditions of...
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ashlynn:
WHERE ARE YOU, CREEPY?
For lack of better ideas, I fictionalized my day:
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He waved hello so she did too but this wasn't her real greeting but rather a mechanistic response, a biding of time to stride the gap between them, whenceforth she could lay on her lip-tearing smile upon him and smother him in a great bear hug amidst a squeal of excited Jeremy!s. This admittedly...
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He waved hello so she did too but this wasn't her real greeting but rather a mechanistic response, a biding of time to stride the gap between them, whenceforth she could lay on her lip-tearing smile upon him and smother him in a great bear hug amidst a squeal of excited Jeremy!s. This admittedly...
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ashlynn:
God conceived that ass to sell jeans. My eyes to look. I was staring so hard I might have burrowed her an extra asshole.
Priceless.
Priceless.
truegritz:
zomg someone read my thing. you're my hero.