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The quiet snarl of a gas oven smothers me. Colorless strings, my veins bulging like meat in pigskin. I hear only a slow tick. My heart that once..

Single white female, very lonely, Seeks companion to jump over cliff. Cliff, 50, shy male. New to fetish scene.

In the wide deep four golden sharks shatter The razor shell mask of the breathing beggar. Razor shell sharks leap over a razor shell sun. The long ..

"The delicate brushwood of the bower Gives haven to the scarlet roses - The North Winds clatter and die. Swathed in a haze of twilight scent ..

I desire a dead end line. No children to bind my past or future Days. I cannot bloat forever - I will not deceive my lover. Had I raised..

Laid, well and often By ladies, and women too Non-discerning, me. Times, on cocaine, I Crumble and do not demur To the weaker sex. ..

Sulking, Like a wronged child - I sit in a pool of red. I had not before heard the words Being spoken on the wireless - An afternoon pl..

The 'Rainbow' is a particular type of Wichita institution -

A northern breeze ghosts over the lake, The moon sits still over the trees -Spring has come early. Fallen blossom is scattered amid the cocktails ..

I worship this high. I need pills, sweetheart, To blink white, brown, tears on my powdery face. Love to wake with junkie Girls - Love their dirty..