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That which Boils Toils the product of my affection May I make an interjection,       I may be at a spike, my mind may be filled with spite,        and that's right, I am more than probably,        more than likely        overly hormonally irrationally irate. Instigated, mind you, by your subterfuge,        incessant, noncovalent, depressant, actions of will will make me seethe. For my seething wreathing rampage feels so good. Too good, ice that cascades down your back on a stark hot summer day     The ice, tiny razors cutting tracks down your back. Racing beads toward the finish line. And it feels sublime The pain of the chill counters the pain of the heat. And that's how I feel when we meet at that place where I become a monster. My chill blown westward counters the visceral heat in my breast. That heat that makes me want to beat sticks and drums and call in my army It alarms me That's why I whisper And shy away And sulk, because the Hulk is who I'm keeping at bay My enemy is not the one with eyes searching for me, but my Jealousy who is at war within me.
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Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 6:38 AM UTC
Envious Transgression
That which Boils Toils the product of my affection May I make an interjection,       I may be at a spike, my mind may be filled with spite,        and that's right, I am more than probably,        more than likely        overly hormonally irrationally irate. Instigated, mind you, by your subterfuge,        incessant, noncovalent, depressant, actions of will will make me seethe. For my seething wreathing rampage feels so good. Too good, ice that cascades down your back on a stark hot summer day     The ice, tiny razors cutting tracks down your back. Racing beads toward the finish line. And it feels sublime The pain of the chill counters the pain of the heat. And that's how I feel when we meet at that place where I become a monster. My chill blown westward counters the visceral heat in my breast. That heat that makes me want to beat sticks and drums and call in my army It alarms me That's why I whisper And shy away And sulk, because the Hulk is who I'm keeping at bay My enemy is not the one with eyes searching for me, but my Jealousy who is at war within me.
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britta
Norwegian
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 6:38 AM UTC
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