Carnival Trick Fornication and the Beautiful Obscure
I wish I was the wind. The wind is beautiful. And it smells wonderful this time of year? Can you smell the wind? Can you smell the rain.
Think of two ribbon ends floating in the wind. They touch, and wrap around each other. And like magnets they retract, and thus the games begin again. They are one. And it sounds like sex.
Is sex as dirty as everyone says it is? Is it pure? I imagine so, the joining of two souls. Probably not, I'm just being romantic. It's my fault. I am a romantic.
I still wish I was the wind. I would be powerful, I would be beautiful. I would have control over people. Beautiful control. There is so much out there that is beautiful.
I want to be beautiful, I imagine that it would make me a bit happier. A porcelain doll, if I was beautiful I would be a porcelain doll.
I was happy again today, but I slipped down into the hole. The hole isn't beautiful, the hole is ugly. The hole is despicable and slimy. I don't like the hole. But it's my hole and you can't have it.
Think of two ribbon ends floating in the wind. They touch, and wrap around each other. And like magnets they retract, and thus the games begin again. They are one. And it sounds like sex.
Is sex as dirty as everyone says it is? Is it pure? I imagine so, the joining of two souls. Probably not, I'm just being romantic. It's my fault. I am a romantic.
I still wish I was the wind. I would be powerful, I would be beautiful. I would have control over people. Beautiful control. There is so much out there that is beautiful.
I want to be beautiful, I imagine that it would make me a bit happier. A porcelain doll, if I was beautiful I would be a porcelain doll.
I was happy again today, but I slipped down into the hole. The hole isn't beautiful, the hole is ugly. The hole is despicable and slimy. I don't like the hole. But it's my hole and you can't have it.