I guess it's all kind of a loserish thing for me to get all lazy like this when I have faithful readers. Hmmm... maybe I'll pull something out of my notebooks and put it up.


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You were not
Whitman’s
cockatiel
and only when you wrote to ask for feathers did you lose your voice and song.
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Oh love, when you were born did the midwife slap your ass to make you cry? I can hardly believe you needed any goading. Nowadays, it seems that you
are issued a daily reprimand—a spank that stings your living soul and rings each evening


Of Spirit and ScienceYour skin is electric Like wool—with mounting static energy Each time my hands pass tenderly, Lovingly, charging you for release, Caressing the places that make your body sing, Just like I want to do, like I was hoping to, Since the time when we began.Of Spirit and Science
I want to let my hands be like the Hebrews, Let them wander in the desert of your dissatisfaction Until finally, the gates come wide, And I make your lips subtly part With desire’s deep-laid fissure,
So I can see the petal-pink within And taste the motherland’s sweet milk and honey.
I want to make
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MeatLocker Productions: home of the forty pound hamburger.
and thanks for the watch!
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PinUpLover
Try Lipstick!
*collapses to the floor and falls into an impressive writing induced coma*
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If a tree falls in the middle of the woods,
and nobody is around to hear it...
What are the odds it'll hit a squirrel?
you should be proud
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
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my work isn't a stock account, thanks!
my deviant gallery
my website
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Don't question it...
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((Silence))
Ans thanks a lot for the FAV!
I hope you enjoy your expirience in DA!.
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PinUpLover
Try Lipstick!
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"dwell in possibility."-emily dickinson
I have tackled with the issue before of my lackof artistic talent. Sure, I'm creative, but that doesn't make the pencil marks/paint/wads of claygo in the right place. So up til now I just relied on words to express things. But there are some things that would be better said or made through art. When it comes to these things, I am in a sense, tongue-tied.
So maybe I'll pick up some pointers from you REAL artists out there. Until then, this is one farce of an artist signing off.
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