

A million squillion.Your lips of string And cardboard rolls And paper-maché, Green and gold.A million squillion.
Your sandy hands
On wooden thighs, Another kiss
With open eyes.
Your stride and wit And mild intentions Complement my Vast pretentions,
Yet your smile and your eyes Meet with winter morning cold And I know a silent hand Is not a happy one to hold.


First date poem.It's that time again. When the brushing of hands explodes in a myriad of question marks, The maggots in your stomach find their wings And everything that goes without saying, Leaves without saying.First date poem.


Rain in the CityThe rain always fell dirty in the city. We would run out into the street, whenever, wherever we were, smile at the people rushing to huddle together under shop awnings and we would laugh like it was the end of the world. I still remember the way you would spin around, palms to the sky, tongue outstretched to catch the falling beads of murky, dusty sky-water and I could almost hear the quaking chords of violins and cellos reaching their crescendo as we ran through the city, spinning and laughing and screaming obscenities until we would trip, or stutter to a stop, panting and smiling to the gradually fading music of city traffic and dirty rain.Rain in the City


Just a bit of fuckeryGive me baseball and airport fiction Apple pie and Southern diction A stranger with a strange affliction And a single pass to broadwayJust a bit of fuckery
Short delays and long hot nights The South that gleams in Northern lights You lose the world to see the sights
Then find it on the Subway
Sweet home just ain't sweet no more Since all has turned to 'bitt'rest gall' These bruises never will be sore And I'll go sweet home some other day
Devious Comments
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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Zut.
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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Zut.
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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Zut.
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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god created you perfect
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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Zut.
Summer job sounds like a good idea :]
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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Join Global Tutorials Project. Translate Tutorials! [link]
No joke or trick! Huge list of links to Photoshop/CG tutorials
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Join Global Tutorials Project. Translate Tutorials! [link]
No joke or trick! Huge list of links to Photoshop/CG tutorials
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
Giveitbackgiveitback!
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Zut.
You have yourself a hug right back :]
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
I shall keep those cannibalistic tendencies in mind, Mr. Stoobox. I like my limbs and I plan on keeping them, so don't get too close!
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"never poke your cousin, if you cant find a cardigen with 3 holes" -SOCRATES, 400BC
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