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The sway of her love swirled in her cup
the appendage clearly broke
on her sleeve;
She wears socks with little bows
white ski blows on steel.
Don't weep in my mouth.

It's so good I can't mention
how *** is less
*** is less
but more caution than lust.

Truths taste sweeter when tricked up
red-flame hair and silky thighs
She came with trouble and left
with eyes - swimming in obsolete wholes
not halves.
..I dont know. you've haunted me in a way all my life. sometimes it is beautiful and sometimes it is scary. bizarre strokes of fate seem to throw us together as you say. hmmm. Sometimes when I think about us as kids, I think about how much the memories I have of us have become, for me, an idyllic romance. It is the search for this perfection that has eluded me in what I mentioned the other night as "reaching out blindly in the dark". am I being foolish for thinking such thoughts? I remember signing my letters to you in the most outlandish fashion (remember when we used to send each other letters?? Oh God I wish I still had those letters. To me they were love letters of the highest purpose) I think on one level we were kidding around, but, for me, when we would tell each other how much 'we loved each other from the deepest recesses of the heart' or however we put it, it was real. Maybe I am being naive. We are 26, and I am looking back at two kids not 15 years old. But those memories continue to haunt me, and seem to laugh at me and my attempts to find anything like it in my life as an adult. I hope I am not being foolish..
I'm slumming it with you; I do it
because I'm bored and you
you're good at what you do...
but I taste green and you spit metal.
Rich girls and downtown boys
never have happy endings ♥
So I think I may be alone in thinking this - but I feel like the world is flat.
People disappear after a certain time and they never come back.  They don't have to be dead.  They just somehow cease to exist, and I figure it's a beautiful thing.  When you're gone - you can't come back... and I love it.
So, please, stay away because I don't know if I could say no and I'd rather not be tested.  The world is flat - fall away.
Don't send me a post card.
Dear ____

I found a letter the other night that I had written to you years ago.  The note said that you were my soulmate and that one day* you would realize it and come back to me and I'd wait for you forever.  So here's another letter that I will send...out here in this space where anyone can read it and interpret it as he may...

You will never realize I'm the one for you because you can't see who you are.  Underneath the layers of skin and bones, you're more.  That heart that beats and those addictions you crave glaze the truth in your soul and distract you by keeping you deep into the ground instead of planting on top of it.  I'm sorry that you never got to reciprocate the love I gave because you will never know a family, a home, or a future that surpassed your greatest dreams.  You will know mediocrity.  And to be honest, that makes me more sad than you could ever imagine....

And really, I don't care.  I do, but I don't because I feel like I ought to and that's the only reason I still even entertain these thoughts.  Do you understand?  I guess you can not give a **** and that's fine but there will come a day (it always comes) when you  see me (bump into me perhaps?) and you will apologize and see that I was right.  But I will be living the extraordinary life and even your disquiet will not dim my light.

We chose before we were born into these human, frail bodies - our souls would do this dance.  So, thanks.  For teaching me exactly what NOT to do. And for being the beautiful ******* that you are

Love always,
Me
I don't recognize that face -
there is no memory,
of him and me -
it's erased hastily -
smudged as my makeup
bleeding
from my eyes.

how many broken promises
fill the emptiness
in a life; and the fear
of being alone
is like a watchful dog
she sits and stares into the spaces
that cannot be atoned.

Which voice lies silent
when shades grow brighter
than light?
Remorse taste like metal
or **** as artificially sweetened lips.

Familiar places will fall
just as you will,
fall into patterns of willful deceit -
their shapes twist into grotesque masks
that quickly transform to smiles
when you look - see.
  Jan 2015 Big Man on campus
Leo Cunio
A black hole is a region of space-time from which nothing can escape, even light.
This may sound strange, but it is possible.
To see why this happens, imagine throwing a tennis ball into the air. The harder you throw the tennis ball, the faster it is traveling when it leaves your hand, and the higher the ball will go before turning back.
If you throw it hard enough, it will never return because the gravitational pull will not be able to bring it back down.
The velocity, or speed, the ball must have to escape is known as the escape velocity. Earth’s escape velocity is about 7 miles a second.
As a body is crushed into a smaller and smaller volume, the gravitational pull increases, and the escape velocity gets bigger.
Things have to be thrown harder and harder to escape.
Eventually, a point is reached when even light, which travels at 186 thousand miles a second, is not traveling fast enough to escape.
At this point, nothing can get out as nothing can travel faster than light.
This is... my soul.
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