A journey in the life of a 4'11" short poetic giant. My emotions, My life, My words.
"I write for the same reason I breathe-because if I didn't, I would die. -Isaac Asimov
Monday, December 24, 2007
My Arrival
back like a bow caressing your arrow syllables slip from tongues tongues then tangle slow quick hearts beat limbs limp blood gushes not enough to the brain pleasure erupts though there’s pain I came
You are a monster! This is amazing! This is who I knew existed beneath all your antics in the gallery on the evening of, was it November 15? You are so EROTIC. You should be arrested. I find you merciless! It is cruel in an antithetical way the way you affect ME. How awfully wonderful. This is effective, successful. I congratulate you.
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You are a monster! This is amazing! This is who I knew existed beneath all your antics in the gallery on the evening of, was it November 15? You are so EROTIC. You should be arrested. I find you merciless! It is cruel in an antithetical way the way you affect ME. How awfully wonderful. This is effective, successful. I congratulate you.
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