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Feb 2013
we are not. and that impedes the luscious.

are you one of them ? combing the pantomime of obscure ? are you really that naive ?
do you have what i came here for ?
do you really ?
let's check.

how many temples have you burned to the ground
in the last 24 hours ?
Did you tip a sacred cow when i wasn't looking ?
are those my absolutes
flailing in a sea of ' Could Be ' ?
can i *** a cigarette ? yet ?

there are better sins to love in a crisis. better hurricanes to typhoon the blithering idiocy
of a storm's eye. a direct kink. a direct calm.
there are ways around the fickle shame of honesty;
while being yourself.
it's another room.

and no one is ' one of the boys '
till a woman says "Hello...

I must be going... "

and no one is ' one of the boys '
till a woman says  "Hello...

I must be going. "

and no one is ' one of the boys '
till a woman says "Hello...

I must be going ..."

a lot.
Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
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   ---, victoria and Vijayalakshmi Harish
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