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..teetering on your yellow parallel lines ... softly tiptoe on me ...says the highway tight rope...she bribes me with lullibyes and hipbone tickles.
laundry coagulates in this penatgon thicket. Time to purge the sleep cage again...maybe i shall lick the floore of every sacred dirt ball...as to make sure i dont not hurt them.
workable-fixative spray neither works nor fixes it just presses softly at a doomed and imature permanence. Crappy Collage, bra's an hairdryers ingerdients, make me blush.
gender: wrap it and pakage it and sell it. Gorkey says: two forms of realism..comericial(to sell something) and social realism (to take a political stand) But if what we are selling is beautiful, or salsa, or selling ourselves, for salsa? Are those not justifiable as well. I shall talk to misuer Gorkey about his stand on this someday when we are dead. And by dead i mean, sitting in a pretend tea party, holding our breaths, at the bottom of a shallow pool.
TOday i was offered a threesome as exchange for my electric bill....but i think i will pay the bill insted of prostituting myself for 30 dollares.
Roomates sat indian style (yes indian style), clean of any garmenets, on our kitchen table-nest...Light is unashamed of its noseyness, when it comes to nylon skin....
nothing is For art....nothing is selfish...nothing can be for itself.
Seaweed deoderant lies about its unsent.
laundry coagulates in this penatgon thicket. Time to purge the sleep cage again...maybe i shall lick the floore of every sacred dirt ball...as to make sure i dont not hurt them.
workable-fixative spray neither works nor fixes it just presses softly at a doomed and imature permanence. Crappy Collage, bra's an hairdryers ingerdients, make me blush.
gender: wrap it and pakage it and sell it. Gorkey says: two forms of realism..comericial(to sell something) and social realism (to take a political stand) But if what we are selling is beautiful, or salsa, or selling ourselves, for salsa? Are those not justifiable as well. I shall talk to misuer Gorkey about his stand on this someday when we are dead. And by dead i mean, sitting in a pretend tea party, holding our breaths, at the bottom of a shallow pool.
TOday i was offered a threesome as exchange for my electric bill....but i think i will pay the bill insted of prostituting myself for 30 dollares.
Roomates sat indian style (yes indian style), clean of any garmenets, on our kitchen table-nest...Light is unashamed of its noseyness, when it comes to nylon skin....
nothing is For art....nothing is selfish...nothing can be for itself.
Seaweed deoderant lies about its unsent.