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little birds
01.08.2004 | 12:44 a.m.

pumped into my bloodstream. illegal fornication and puppy dog masturbation hump me until i curse out at my mother and beat me blue my ribs need attention, so get to biting and snarling, witty motherfucker! witty motherfucker! you are the most beautiful silence i have ever breathed.

you are pumped into me solid, nightly. stop. slow. breath. lick my lips. pink in your light. you notice the things that make this. you you. you . slowly fading on a dying beach, i settle like a cat to its perch. its last day. last nap. i'm slowing down to take it in. the past. that is how manic i am. this is how wonderful it is now to me. now that things have passed, i am finally forgetting the fact that i once knew so that i can finally know again. over and over. always. this strangle. this strange struggle. this glamerous fading picture of wonderment.

when he played, i sat there gazing at the books. there were different colors. pink, red. brown and black. fonts. pictures. words. and this was that night and so many others and when there will be more, i don't know if there will be, but i am sure fond of my pen. here are words worth 11.50 US or just a bottle of cough medicine... it's all inticing and it's all sex:

It was true that Dorothy did not wash. When Robert arrived home a few moments after her, she was filled with rich odors, open, vibrating still. Her eyes, her gestures, her languid pose on the couch invited him. Robert knew her moods. He was quick to respond to them. He was so happy that she was as she had been long ago. She would be moist between the legs now, responsive. He plunged into her.

Robert was never quite certain of when she was coming. The penis is rarely aware of this spasm in woman, this little palpilation. The penis can feel only its own ejaculation. This time Robert wanted to feel the spasm in Dorothy, the wild little clutching. He withheld his orgasm. She was convulsed. The moment seemed to have come. He forgot his watching in his own wave of pleasure. And Dorothy carried off her deception, unable to reach the orgasm that she had had only an hour before while closing her eyes and pretending it was Robert who was taking her. -anais nin

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