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.

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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.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

LimeLight

She stood on stage and took a bow. She watched the shadows fall. The seats were filled with faceless faces. And not a soul at all.

She stood on stage and curtsied low. Her foot slid across the floor. White tights, white shoes, a golden strap. Her sole filled with blood.

She stood on stage and twirled round. Ringlets caught the flair. And with such poise, such grace, such flow... she remembered backstage, naught was there.

posted by Tuxedo | 3:58 PM

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