

Don't Tell the ProfessorChicago, what? The musical or the place? In essence I refer you to- this person had far too much time on their hands, and gleefully took each ribbon and braided it meticulously, like a little girl at a slumber party.Don't Tell the Professor
I think that they thought that they think! In conclusion, I would like to introduce you to the fact that everybody THINKS far too much about prepositions and propositions, hence the reason why I cling to these distractions, some of which arent even shiny.
Im well aware of the fact that my structure is too often structurally unsound,


No Sitcom-Style ReconciliationThese words just dont mean the same any more. Theyre so heavy in my hands and I want to put them down, but I havent a clue where theyre supposed to fit!No Sitcom-Style Reconciliation
The pen protests in my feeble grip, and my eyelids stagger over my parched sockets, wondering quietly when Ill give up, and go to bed like a normal person.
I cant help the desperate and irrational hope that if Im here to greet one, or two, or three a.m. with a bleary smile, that the words I once knew so well, will yank off their Halloween masks and


PineapplePineapple. The fruit of the tropics, of lush green vegetation pleasantly stark against white sandy beaches and salty, aquamarine waters. But a pine is a type of tree, and an apple is a completely different fruit in taste, colour, shape and texture. Who the hell came up with the name pineapple and after that, who decided it was a good name?Pineapple
These were the thoughts in Maries dark-haired head as she sat, eating. More playing with her food than eating it, actually. She picked apart the stringy, fleshy segments of pineapple with the unpainted nails at the end of her short fingers. She laboriously teased apart the moi


Visceral PeripheralsCelestial gut music indicates a primeval longing for some ephemereal quality, word, with some practically concrete practicality.Visceral Peripherals
Unseen eyes flash in the smoky dark, the reflected glint of some dream, otherwordly in the impossibility of us poor lowly mortal grasping it, let alone attempts at execution.
Seems we're doomed to hide from these cooly spherical awakening junctures, since we so despise
being uncomfortable.


Eve Reincarnate.Take your clothes off, and I promise, they'll have to love you. But really, under these glaring lights, it's all the same. Now pout and walk and hips and let them drool all over you. You're something fantastic, as implied by this week's stage name.Eve Reincarnate.
But really, under these glaring lights, it's all the same. Hard as you try and try, you can never get the glitter out. You're something fantastic, as implied by this week's stage name. You could be the fall of Man, as long as you pout.
Hard as you try and try, you can never get the glitter out. Now remember to turn around and give


beautifuklShe said, "Darling I'm a fraud, everything I've ever felt was a lie."beautifukl
She found out too late the star she had always wished upon was only ever Venus.
your same heart my same smile
I skim across the surface
I shouldn't hurt you as much as you hurt me
I'm convinced I know what your thoughts taste like. I can smell them when you speak. I can breathe them in as I swallow your words whole.
The mornings come with a joy. The trucks, the trucks roll, roll on in.
Cold breaths of ano


Love should always be...I'm watching you pack your things in our apartment. You remind me of how few material possessions a person can own and still be completely happy. All of your stuff fits in two duffel bags.Love should always be...
you pick up this rock that's been sitting on the living room shelf for ten months. I mention how random I've always thought that rock was. You stand there, staring at it resting in your hands. It's just an ordinary rock. Grey and smooth and oval. Without looking up you say,
"This is from the first time Sheryl and I went to the beach together. We were sitting in the sand, and there was this giant rock just sitting there." &nb
bored
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光 | There is something in this world that cant be seen. Because if it could be seen, everyone would want it, and they would fight. That's why it has been hidden. And only those that truly deserve it will find it.
xo
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Just kiss me once in the snow, I swear it never gets old.
I asked for an umbrella and you took away the rain.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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wherever i go she goes..
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