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.

Friday, July 02, 2010

at 7 p.m.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with anyone.

______

I'm craving

all of it.

One day, someone will lay a touch

on to me

again.

I'm yearning for that someday.

Panting

for a someday.

Anyday

now.

Any time.

I'm weary

I'm anxious

I've grown used to shadows on the wall. Day light falls.

I want it.

I want it all.

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