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Good to know it’s sometimes fun to be a guy, it sometimes feels like women get all the fun... enjoy your shower, xx
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Good to know it’s sometimes fun to be a guy, it sometimes feels like women get all the fun... enjoy your shower, xx
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I really fucking hate writing what I feel to be a pretty good post only to accidentally delete it by some fucking weird way, just when I'm about to post it.
It really burns the fuck out of me and I get so goddamn pissed the fuck off
But then I get to thinking how clearly the such was supposed to happen and how perhaps it's the start of a larger sign telling me that it's time to bring this all to an end.
It really burns the fuck out of me and I get so goddamn pissed the fuck off
But then I get to thinking how clearly the such was supposed to happen and how perhaps it's the start of a larger sign telling me that it's time to bring this all to an end.
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Of course I never will
Somethings in my life are necessary
Writing inane stupid rambling stream-of-conscious bullshit and physical labor seem to be high up on my needs.
I fucking hate them both with a passion.
The dumb shit of it is that it's all dumb shit. I'm not an aspiring writer and I really don't give a fuck about looking good, feeling healthy, or out performing anyone else.
But fuck if I can't sit still and keep to myself.
Somethings in my life are necessary
Writing inane stupid rambling stream-of-conscious bullshit and physical labor seem to be high up on my needs.
I fucking hate them both with a passion.
The dumb shit of it is that it's all dumb shit. I'm not an aspiring writer and I really don't give a fuck about looking good, feeling healthy, or out performing anyone else.
But fuck if I can't sit still and keep to myself.
Arianthe
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Why waste energy hating them if they're necessary and you know you aren't going to stop? Seems counter-productive to me.
That's a great view.
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Why waste energy hating them if they're necessary and you know you aren't going to stop? Seems counter-productive to me.
That's a great view.
Oh... it doesn't seem counter-productive.
It IS counter-productive
I am the bane of my very own existence. The only reason I continue on is to see how it ends.
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At least you realise it's counter-productive. Some people aren't that self-aware.
So you don't mind if I stick around to see how hot you are in another 10 years?
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At least you realise it's counter-productive. Some people aren't that self-aware.
So you don't mind if I stick around to see how hot you are in another 10 years?
I'll allow it for the time being.
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I'm not sure if you remember me, but I've always loved your way with words. 
I love going through your posts; I don't comment on them individually at this point because I don't want to blow up your feed with old news.
I love going through your posts; I don't comment on them individually at this point because I don't want to blow up your feed with old news.
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There is no point in understanding, just a requirement of acceptance.
I like that you don’t keep to yourself.
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I'm not sure if you remember me, but I've always loved your way with words.
I kinda sorta remember you. I did a brief little research of your threads. Your body is familiar to me. The poses, the lighting, how you capture yourself, but I can't say for certain that I remember establishing a dialogue with you. If we did and I'm just not remembering it and you think I'm I prick fucking dick and your feelings are hurt--I will step up and own it. I'm sorry. Don't take it personally. Time erodes my memory like a driving rain against sandstone. So much so that if you were to go back in my thread(s) and wax on about something I've written I doubt I'd know what the fuck you are talking about and would have to go back to piece shit together
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There are more parts to women. More parts equals a greater opportunity to have fun.
Wallflower20
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No, no! I mean, you were one of the guys I really enjoyed coming to Lit and engaging with during my time before, so it's sad, sure, but I'm not hurt, by any means. Considering almost a decade passed, I'm not all that surprised. Thanks for at least taking time to address me. -^ ^- I do appreciate your mind, and I'm thankful you're still here.
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Wright
Right words words rite words fight words
Thought words fraught words full of fright
Night time winds winter words
Sleepless and keepless lust lost words
Don't work words
Don't read these words
They'll waste your time with words
Creaking creeking creeping soundness sonnets
Sung low slung low got your guitar hung low
Low brow beatbox beatnik words
Bow-wow-wow why must I chase the cat with words
Up the tree and down the block
With a broken yellow clock
No I said
I love you
When I said
You were nothing when I said
And you hurt when I said
Those words to you
I'm fucked up you said
And you were topless and naked
Both inside and out and you fought back tears
And I was laying next to you
Wishing that I were a blanket
Naked next to you
So I could cover you and feel you
Melt I to the weave of my fabric
Where we could be one
Like the heat behind the clear light of the sun
But I couldn't be
Because your walls went up
And I would have just fallen off and onto the ground
Where I would be left
Never to be folded and put back into your pocket
Like a keepsake piece of carry-on luggage
My words
They miss you and our moments
And that all of that
And your smiling
And my teasing
And so much less business-like
And so experienced that you were
More than me
And more adventurous than me
And more daring than me
And more violent than me
And more and more and my heart exploded
And not because of any of that
But because I fell
Right words words rite words fight words
Thought words fraught words full of fright
Night time winds winter words
Sleepless and keepless lust lost words
Don't work words
Don't read these words
They'll waste your time with words
Creaking creeking creeping soundness sonnets
Sung low slung low got your guitar hung low
Low brow beatbox beatnik words
Bow-wow-wow why must I chase the cat with words
Up the tree and down the block
With a broken yellow clock
No I said
I love you
When I said
You were nothing when I said
And you hurt when I said
Those words to you
I'm fucked up you said
And you were topless and naked
Both inside and out and you fought back tears
And I was laying next to you
Wishing that I were a blanket
Naked next to you
So I could cover you and feel you
Melt I to the weave of my fabric
Where we could be one
Like the heat behind the clear light of the sun
But I couldn't be
Because your walls went up
And I would have just fallen off and onto the ground
Where I would be left
Never to be folded and put back into your pocket
Like a keepsake piece of carry-on luggage
My words
They miss you and our moments
And that all of that
And your smiling
And my teasing
And so much less business-like
And so experienced that you were
More than me
And more adventurous than me
And more daring than me
And more violent than me
And more and more and my heart exploded
And not because of any of that
But because I fell
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I dread the day
Of having
To let her go
Of never seeing her
Outside
Of never being able
To feel my body
Relax
Inside her
And breathing
And escaping
How she just
--let me be away with her
Without thinking twice
Or questioning
Or doubting me
--my standing
--my masculinity
My thoughts with her
--about her
Beside her
On top of her
In the sun and rain
I do not want to let her go
I don't.
And that's the honest truth.
Of having
To let her go
Of never seeing her
Outside
Of never being able
To feel my body
Relax
Inside her
And breathing
And escaping
How she just
--let me be away with her
Without thinking twice
Or questioning
Or doubting me
--my standing
--my masculinity
My thoughts with her
--about her
Beside her
On top of her
In the sun and rain
I do not want to let her go
I don't.
And that's the honest truth.
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This pricked my eyes a little on the early commuter train... she’s very lucky to have you
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I could tell from afar that something wasn't quite right
I could also tell
That in spite of it
...she was beautiful.
She made her way down the hall
Her hair
Blonde with striking low-lights
Pulled back into a messy morning ponytail
That what she couldn't tie back
Framed her face in such a way...
She was perhaps my age
And oddly familiar to me.
Her face
Something about it...
At first it looked as though she had a stroke
But that didn't feel right with the brain inside my body
My eyes peered out
Studied her
She continued her approach
She exchanged pleasantries with a coworker
And smiled a polite smile that I found comforting
Bells palsy didn't feel right to me either
She called my name
I got up
And followed her back towards the room where I was to be
Her left eye was lower than the right
The flesh around it was... mottled?
Old scars
Like she was burned
...or beaten.
Something that had happened long ago
That she still carries
That she cannot take off
Or cover up
There was a point during my intake
Where our eyes met
And I felt that something inside of me
Say something
To that something inside of her
And I felt that something inside of her
Say to that something inside of me...
"Thank you."
I could also tell
That in spite of it
...she was beautiful.
She made her way down the hall
Her hair
Blonde with striking low-lights
Pulled back into a messy morning ponytail
That what she couldn't tie back
Framed her face in such a way...
She was perhaps my age
And oddly familiar to me.
Her face
Something about it...
At first it looked as though she had a stroke
But that didn't feel right with the brain inside my body
My eyes peered out
Studied her
She continued her approach
She exchanged pleasantries with a coworker
And smiled a polite smile that I found comforting
Bells palsy didn't feel right to me either
She called my name
I got up
And followed her back towards the room where I was to be
Her left eye was lower than the right
The flesh around it was... mottled?
Old scars
Like she was burned
...or beaten.
Something that had happened long ago
That she still carries
That she cannot take off
Or cover up
There was a point during my intake
Where our eyes met
And I felt that something inside of me
Say something
To that something inside of her
And I felt that something inside of her
Say to that something inside of me...
"Thank you."
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It's one of those stories of various kinds that sticks with you. Not all of it all at the same time. And I find myself thinking back and going... fuck I gotta read that again.
But I know that if I do I'll start drawing again
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Would you like to hurt? Because I think I can make that happen. Some how. In some way.
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This pricked my eyes a little on the early commuter train... she’s very lucky to have you
I hope a scene wasn't caused. Or maybe I do. I'm not sure yet.
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That's lovely.
Mere words.
You on the other hand
are lovely
Is lovely?
Happen to be... I don't know. Make it work as a compliment on your own.
