Monday, November 10, 2008

drowning in a mermaid's bed

it's nice that you can remember my face for a moment in your time
and why can't it be for an eternity?
are you really that shallow or has your love drained entirely
i need to stop writing poetry
my diction is a tragedy
im hgigh.
infomercials are way too intense right now on this here televeision.
the most beautiful quote i have ever read in my entire life is metaphor of a girls eyelashes with blue mascara being compared too the petals of a flower.
it was in a book.
i can't find it.
if you can find it you are a scorpio?
the twelve days of christmas.
getting calenders with chocolate.
goodnight moon.




LAWERENCE IS interferance with reassurance of assurance:
Then his eyes met hers, and she felt the blue fire running through her limbs to her womb, which was spreading in the helpless ecstasy. Still they looked into each other's eyes, and the fire flowed between them, like the blue, streaming fire from the heart of the sun. The sea was blue, very blue and soft and still-looking, and her womb inside her was wide open, wide open like a lotus flower, or a cactus flower, in a radiant sort of eagerness. think.

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