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Nobody cares when you make the right choice
they start to care once you've made the wrong one.


© Brittney Hibbert 2016
#choices
pretty names, but you have the prettiest.*
angel's white dust pushed around by
the dingy desert winds dry meadow murmurs.

heated leather seats, **** smooth leather pants
and slender, skinny beautiful body with
a name attached to it, smoke smelled
of burnt raspberries

and the conversation burned like them too,
i feel things for you and perhaps
transparently similiar damage
bleeding rubies out like sap

the conversations dripped like sap too.
 Mar 2016 Stan Gichuki
Tom Blake
Jesus is my God
Jesus is my spouse
Jesus is my life
Jesus is my only Love
Jesus is my all in all
Jesus is my everything.

Author: Mother Teresa.
 Mar 2016 Stan Gichuki
Pia
My Desire
 Mar 2016 Stan Gichuki
Pia
He smell my desire
Through the warmth of my *******
He is salivating
Art is the structure of currency,
Money holds a value even though it itsn't worth the paper its printed on.

What created its existence was a question.
What is the value of anything?

Art became the price of life , enslaved by its creators, Art was now controlled by the very thing we were creating, Money

Slave unto itself , by the media they made , controlled by the makers of our own creation we were fed.

What was fed became federal,
reserved for times value for the measure of work it takes to keep life sustained.

Life cannot be without money, just as money can not be without art or there is no Trade.
Do you want my art, then please trade with money. It keeps my life sustained, my art sustained
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