If it fits

[quean]

I have no gift for storytelling, but I understand that Truth may be more easily conveyed through fiction. Intentionally or not, it’s so easy to mythologize our personal narratives, and present ourselves through the limited voice of some self-consciously wrought persona. Even when the audience is only in our minds

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[escortgirl]

I honestly hate when people have the ability to see thru me. Ok i love it and hate it at the same time. cuz generally it means that they are really listening and paying attention to me, which is great. But then it also means that i can't hide, which sucks...

[quean]

Yeah, I know what you mean. But I do like having comfortable connections with the kind of folk who'll call me on my BS in a friendly, good-humored way. No moralizing or harsh judgment; just a mirror by which we can see ourselves... and evolve, if we so choose.

[quean]

Do you have a new number? You should call or im us.

[jafo92]

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, I am the Incredible OZ."

[quean]

Where's that brain you've been promising me?
You're fired.

[jafo92]

Brain? I said I was a wizard, not a miracle worker. =8^p

Besides, Ive heard tell of your cipherin' skills so Im sure your grey matter is well intact; unlike many of us arena rock refugees! 1976 thru 1982 was the era of neuron pummeling......

[quean]

Hah! I'd argue that your arena-rock pummeling couldn't measure up to the Neuronic Holocaust of my teen years, but I'm too brain damaged. :p

Marijuana on one. Reefer on two. Hut, hut.

[mycroftxxx]

Who on earth would ever take you seriously? You wear your clown-shoes, I mean heart, on your sleeve at times. If you weren't a goofball, you wouldn't be half as delicious as you are.

[quean]

*grin*
*smooooooooooooch*

endevor endeavour, whatever for? AKA: ode to vegetables

[gutter_glory]

May I be as transparent as an onion skin in your x-ray glance, the light ever so twisted by my erotic stance, emblazened by the passion growing in my dance. I think about zuccinni, squash and pommoegranites, dancing in the sun, but none bring on more fervor than I , the purple onion.

As you once saw me, clearly in the light. Strangers are only strange, concealed in the cloak of night. Twas I that was blinded, by misconstrued sight. Even if it was, just a passing glance. Let beauty be, forever in the eye of the holder of that finds true romance...in a freakin vegetable, shoved inside my pants.

Re: endevor endeavour, whatever for? AKA: ode to vegetables

[quean]

hahahaha

Man, that's just... beautiful. *tear*