Provisional

[shadowsun]

I am your fucking trail rations, but be careful 'cause I want to gut you slow, trail my fingers down you and stretch you out a hundred feet, treading on the delicate nerve endings harshly

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Tarnished Tears and all that accompanies Love in its splendor and ruin.

[memnonsun]

You're fickle as ever. you have an Icy shoulder but the warmest heart i have ever known. Its not the hate in your veins that matters its that the veins DO thirst for oxygen through it. Your heart and soul and everything about you are pure and good and true. Everything else comes down to temporary insanity, lack of control (which you and I know doesn't come from anything but something small and driven with the power of the eye of ra), and emotions that trickle through us like niagra falls. I dont care if you hate me, I dont care if you see me through iron colored glasses, It doesn't change a damn thing. You John are no patch, you are no trail ration. You are the one that i dream about at night and the one that i pray about by day. You will never be the man of my dreams, but no one will, because no one is perfect. Its not a matter of perfection its a matter of who is perfect for another. and perfection, dear tarnished soul, is NOT about past or pain or pleasure. Its not about the moments of temporary insanity that seem to drive our