Tragedy
I am good at faking it.
Which makes it all the more tragic.
Yet, I still love.
Which makes it all the more tragic.
Yet, I still love.
posted by Tuxedo | 9:54 PM
Daring Temptations Tease The Senses...
My mind often flees from me, and I must use such pretty words to get it to return again. Here is nothing but dancing thoughts, and a swirling reality. Please do not mar with babbling tongues, or gossip. It will be removed, and I will hate you a lot. Thanks for understanding.
About Me
- Name: Tuxedo
I adore false realities, and linger in them often. I own glasses, and dawn them now and again, but am often vain and cling to my contacts. California is my true love, for it is my home. The ocean and the stage are my joys. Corn fields make me cry. As do pigs. All the men I swoon over are either dead or gay.
- To Boy
- Visions
- Moments in Mojito
- On The Return
- To The Old Man Sitting In Front Of Me
- Again and Again and Agai...
- N.P.
- Squished and Coffee Dreams
- Within
- The Bird and The Boy
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