a this-minute crush - on the satellite dish installer

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not about tapeworms, smelling salts or shootouts.

12.21.2011
11:22 P.M.




when
did your tongue

become

a piracy

open ing

darkness ness




With glossy hands, Nina cups his shy
slide back





in



silt

sinking


questions

low clouds over
a clear ceiling, the long Floating heavy yourself, (or a weightless slow
in this – room
there is no breath
you are Somebody and a sorrow, the image of my heart
except I can't trace a god.








you like being my Want.
)arms(above my head) the under of them so fragile they chain
you
that is what i like
as we roll through a twisty dream -
silent temples
twined
with an
All
important ness

on
your chest
i like the slim ness
of
you ~ the way we move , smoothly around and away
from


~*~


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but - later -
in the code market.. i die. Fall: to
break
how can you open me more?

......

on the white skin of Dellarina> reflections of red digits


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my #?
276-233-5072
how presumptuous of me
by
semaphoring whoring

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and the cool sky , slender with



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Black Dress, White Room

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made a vid but it won't post. .

7 months sober. today . and

i am as depressed as i ever was. unbelievable considering my beautiful surroundings. and the new job is a nitemare. well, i have to go already and i doubt i will get my own ip this winter. must save for vehicle. i'll probably get killed on one of these curvy 1lane roads. people drive them like speed demons. thanks for the visit.

2 pics of my other gnome.. & another post of sparklehorse - the best version

folder g - good thing i didn't say, 'come live with me & be my love'.

i may post a Trachtentanz next. no time to post the bluerun pics. < note to self