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#fluff
the video machine keeps on recording many things of no consequence -until they reappear in your dreams
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
mind has a mind of its own
___FLUFF:___ _Frequently, I discover words with hidden meaning, shining like coins in a handful of fluff, apple seeds and other down-the-back-of-the-sofa leavings. Some are too precious to share and I secrete them away. Others I spend cheaply on rigged slot machine verbiage. Mostly they sit waiting to be written usefully. Adding insight, lending moment to my day._ § ___NONSENSE:___ _Foraging amongst the dahlias For Cinderella’s lost slipper, I am Barbie magic made manifest, I am Germaine (sodding) Greer’s antifem, I am Super Mum with gumboots on._ § ___ABSURDITY:___ _The best nonsense is always spoken in the middle of the afternoon while heading north on a train bound for a smallish beige town, and so it was that the occupants of second-class carriage BG1754 found themselves gripped by a kind of eloquent hysteria as they rattled around the final bend in the tracks before the steep descent to the weatherboard station at Claggy Peat._
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 3:51 AM UTC
Fluff, Nonsense & Absurdity
When the clock tick-tocks It's time to get out of the box Just as the rooster crows Gotta make some toasts When the sun greets the lands I'll warm your hands Hold it tightly as possible Chuckling, hearing your stomach grumble We'll spend the whole antemeridian Blissfully, with no plans Sipping tea with our favorite cups No distance-no gaps                 //nicaila
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
Sunrise
I want to sleep with you Not in a ****** way, it doesn’t even have to be in a literal way In a way, I want to be your bed. That one place that is just for you I want to be what you come home to for comfort, for safety In another way, I just want to be closer to you To be so intimate and trusted by you that I’m allowed to be by you even in your most vulnerable state I’ll be your protection and you can be my comfort and home So please, won’t you sleep with me?
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
Sleep
Sweetness is — the sugar cube that glitters when sun ray kisses the crystalline surface like a thousand sparkling dots; It is the strawberries I savor when you sat across me smiling softly and gave me the last one from your basket. It is the bubbly feeling when I gazed at you, playing with our children — sparks in your eyes, a laugh leaping out of your throat. It is the warm sensation flooding my chest, and filling every corner of my being, whenever you tucked me into your arms, and kissed away my tears, telling me I am the best thing that has ever happened to you.
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
Sweetness
girls are made of fluff fluff covered slug covered girl when is the girl a girl when she is the fluff on a slug on a girl?
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
slug girl
out toward the west there's a gathering of clouds which look like fluff *****
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
Haiku
Fluffy ain't easy Fluffy ain't weak Fluffy is tough a close-knit physique
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
Tough Fluff
I've doubted your passion towards me in the past my faith in the past my faith in our permanence was dwindling fast But as days go by, you drift closer to me and it's easier to see how compassionate you truly can be I'd don't want to have your babies I'd don't want to get married but I could see getting a dog with you maybe just maybe
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
I'd adopt a dog with you
He smelled like cigarettes and fallen angel dust, Tragically soft.
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Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Charlie's Angels.
Snow piles up against the walls, but thin clothes are all they wear As the boy gardens within the greenhouses behind the school, Red, bright tomatoes slipping out of his fingers, and popping into his mouth That grins at the bursts of sweetness. Inches from him, the man by one month pretends not to glance his way Instead shifting through the bristling leaves to claim breakfast’s zucchini. He would complain at the theft if the tomatoes weren’t everywhere Making bland meals of packaged rice and canned beans a savory impossibility. It isn’t like little indulgence will take away all of the red little briberies, The secret keys to a reluctant community spreading its arms wide months after the pair stumbled in. The man scowls, and the boy glances up Not hiding his interest like his companion. The solution to anger is always tomatoes, So the next slip of fingers is against the man’s lips As he bites down, the sweetness pops away mild irritation in the flavor of surprise. Neither gives in to smiles, but their shoulders brush more than once as the tension seeps out with the heat into the snow.
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
Greenhouse Wonders
Distracted, She’s holding the flat popcorn bag in hand, Giggling into the phone while the boy Idles time away rereading a well-worn tale. It expands, The bag in hand Blowing up past her fingers Onto countertops and kitchen floors. Partially cooked kernels skid away From giggles rising to shrieks That shatter the lights around the pair and tears through the house. The girl hunches in the kitchen, Sheepish embarrassment erupting in pink blushes across the face, While the boy slowly lowers the book made helmet. His hands tremble, but she does not see, For he shakes his head in exasperation And goes for the brooms down the hall. They spend the rest of the evening bathed in candlelight Curled up on the couch with the taste of salt on their tongues From the bag of chips shared between them.
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Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
Microwave Girl
Tiptoeing into the night with you cold fingers tangled and bluish lips curved The moon is high above the stars bright and twinkling I have my own stars, deep within your dark eyes and you have your own moon, you, your lips declared It's silly the things we say, our thoughts, but we agree For just like the moon and the stars we go well together never one without the other.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
with love, the moon and stars
Free and flowing Vivid dreaming Never knowing Where I'll be next Pink and full of fluff Dancing carelessly Nothings too rough With peace and love Sunshine and smiles Confidently living Openly being wild With my emotions Beauty and stars Flowing clothing Driving fast in cars With new faces along the way What am i talking about, you ask? A life full of peace A life i feel within my hidden mask that i want to let shine through brighter then the sun
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Peace and love
People of cotton minds. Implanted with chips of different sizes. Shaken and stirred is what makes their thoughts...our thoughts?? Floating around in defiance of truth. Floating around with uncouth language. "I Don't Care" That's what you write of fountain pens of sugar-coated darkness. Floating around in an abstract, broken glass world. A world of a glass maze. You think that by closing your eyes you can see better. Open up. At least then you can see the pain the world. At least then you can see the problems of the human heart. At least you can see the shattered glass on the floor. At least you can learn how to love. A loveless life is such a loss. Such a misery of a life. Without love. There is no life. Floating around in fluff and wool. Obliviously in destructive symphony. Floating around once in a while. To avoid the problems of the soul... To avoid the problems of the heart, the world. . .
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
Fluff
Take a stroll with me Lets walk on the decrepit road beside a dulcet rivulet Asleep from the susurrus of the stream I fall into step beside you Ask you to hold my hand And let me listen to the susurrus of your heartbeat Just the same
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
evening walk
A quiet yawn, and a soft pop of bones coming into place could be heard from the bedroom as one of its owners slowly rose from her short slumber. She wasn't meant to be awake until the afternoon, but it was a bit difficult for her to break the habit of waking early. Looking off to the side, a small smile quickly made its way to her lips as she saw that her partner was still fast asleep. Supressing the urge to snap a quick picture, she slowly made her way out of the bed, making sure to leave a pillow on her spot just in case her lover decided to cuddle in his sleep a bit. He always did love holding her close--regardless of whether or not he was awake--and she loved letting him do it. Using the back of her hand to gently rub the sleep away from her still blurry eyes, she made a quick trip to the bathroom. Being in just her underwear wasn't exactly going to be enough protection from the chilly morning air, but she was a bit too lazy and sluggish to fetch proper clothing. She was hoping that she could use it as an excuse for him to warm her up with plenty of hugs later on when he wakes up. Once that was all said and done, she immediately went to the kitchen. Admittedly, she was never really all that good in cooking, but it wouldn't hurt to try and make an effort for her sleeping beauty. Making sure to grab her striped apron, she got to work on their breakfast. Going back to the bedroom, her lover had just woken up as well. With a soft groan, and a displeased frown on his lips, he looked towards his side. She was gone. It was no wonder that he had suddenly woken up from his dreamless sleep. Still, once hearing the faint echo of pans, and footsteps from their kitchen, his frown immediately disappeared. With a content sigh, he went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, before immediately going to the kitchen. He leaned against the side of the entryway and watched as she hummed and seemingly skipped around the kitchen. He was never much of a morning person, but he did love to watch her cook, and that was enough to keep his usual grumpiness at bay. It was amusing how happy she was while cooking, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful that she had decided to completely give herself to him. He considered himself to be a lucky man. Even if he might not realize it, she undoubttedly felt the same way about him. With a chuckle, he quietly made his way to her. Placing both of his hands on either side of her, he had successfully trapped her between him and the kitchen counter. Feeling her body jump a bit in surprise, he didn't hesitate to lean down and press a soft kiss to her exposed neck. It had always amused him how small she was compared to him. Their size difference had been one of her many insecurities, but admittedly, he actually liked it--especially whenever they idly cuddle while watching movies, or even doing nothing. "Good morning~" her voice was soft and sweet with hints of sleepiness still mixed in. "G'morning." He continued to press kisses to her neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the still-visible hickeys from last night. She was a bit rigid at first, but slowly, her body relaxed, and she allowed herself to lean against him. She tilted her head to the side, giving him much better access to her sensitive neck. "What, no morning kisses?" She teased and decided to stop what she was currently doing. He was being too much of a welcomed distraction, and she didn't want any accidents to happen because of it. No sooner, he gently grabbed her chin to tilt her head to face him, and pressed a kiss to her still-parted lips. The kiss was short, and sweet, but it didn't really seem to be enough for the both of them. "One more?" He didn't need to be told twice. In fact, he would be happy to repeat it multiple times for her. True to what he thought, he did it again, and again, and again--with each one being more intense than the last. The only reason he stopped was when he noticed that her chest heaved, and that they were both out of breath. Still, he would be lying if he said that he didn't want more. It didn't exactly take long for him to ask, "Would it be alright if we skipped to dessert first, love?" Trapped in her dazed state, all she could do in response was nod.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Sweet Mornings [Old Short Story]
A quiet yawn, and a soft pop of bones coming into place could be heard from the bedroom as one of its owners slowly rose from her short slumber. She wasn't meant to be awake until the afternoon, but it was a bit difficult for her to break the habit of waking early. Looking off to the side, a small smile quickly made its way to her lips as she saw that her partner was still fast asleep. Supressing the urge to snap a quick picture, she slowly made her way out of the bed, making sure to leave a pillow on her spot just in case her lover decided to cuddle in his sleep a bit. He always did love holding her close--regardless of whether or not he was awake--and she loved letting him do it. Using the back of her hand to gently rub the sleep away from her still blurry eyes, she made a quick trip to the bathroom. Being in just her underwear wasn't exactly going to be enough protection from the chilly morning air, but she was a bit too lazy and sluggish to fetch proper clothing. She was hoping that she could use it as an excuse for him to warm her up with plenty of hugs later on when he wakes up. Once that was all said and done, she immediately went to the kitchen. Admittedly, she was never really all that good in cooking, but it wouldn't hurt to try and make an effort for her sleeping beauty. Making sure to grab her striped apron, she got to work on their breakfast. Going back to the bedroom, her lover had just woken up as well. With a soft groan, and a displeased frown on his lips, he looked towards his side. She was gone. It was no wonder that he had suddenly woken up from his dreamless sleep. Still, once hearing the faint echo of pans, and footsteps from their kitchen, his frown immediately disappeared. With a content sigh, he went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, before immediately going to the kitchen. He leaned against the side of the entryway and watched as she hummed and seemingly skipped around the kitchen. He was never much of a morning person, but he did love to watch her cook, and that was enough to keep his usual grumpiness at bay. It was amusing how happy she was while cooking, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful that she had decided to completely give herself to him. He considered himself to be a lucky man. Even if he might not realize it, she undoubttedly felt the same way about him. With a chuckle, he quietly made his way to her. Placing both of his hands on either side of her, he had successfully trapped her between him and the kitchen counter. Feeling her body jump a bit in surprise, he didn't hesitate to lean down and press a soft kiss to her exposed neck. It had always amused him how small she was compared to him. Their size difference had been one of her many insecurities, but admittedly, he actually liked it--especially whenever they idly cuddle while watching movies, or even doing nothing. "Good morning~" her voice was soft and sweet with hints of sleepiness still mixed in. "G'morning." He continued to press kisses to her neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the still-visible hickeys from last night. She was a bit rigid at first, but slowly, her body relaxed, and she allowed herself to lean against him. She tilted her head to the side, giving him much better access to her sensitive neck. "What, no morning kisses?" She teased and decided to stop what she was currently doing. He was being too much of a welcomed distraction, and she didn't want any accidents to happen because of it. No sooner, he gently grabbed her chin to tilt her head to face him, and pressed a kiss to her still-parted lips. The kiss was short, and sweet, but it didn't really seem to be enough for the both of them. "One more?" He didn't need to be told twice. In fact, he would be happy to repeat it multiple times for her. True to what he thought, he did it again, and again, and again--with each one being more intense than the last. The only reason he stopped was when he noticed that her chest heaved, and that they were both out of breath. Still, he would be lying if he said that he didn't want more. It didn't exactly take long for him to ask, "Would it be alright if we skipped to dessert first, love?" Trapped in her dazed state, all she could do in response was nod.
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It was the sky’s turn to switch palettes of colour. Though he forgot how, and they overflowed.   Excited for the marscarade ball sky decided to hold. Colours danced epotic like that never told. A cream white river sliced in half. Azure heard thistle laugh.   But I blinked and the ball had settled to black. Twilight again.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Twilight Again.
in my next lifetime, i will find you, and i will try to make things work, and will fight until my last breath. in my next lifetime, i will love you like i never did before and cherish you always. in my next lifetime, i'll make sure that we will meet and fall in love with eachother again, more than this life.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
life
"Darling..." he whispers softly in her ear, strong arms around her small waist and sturdy chest against her back. "You smell like honey..." he kisses her nape, planting his love and promises on her supple skin "...and I'm the bee"
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Smell
Alone in the jasmine scented balcony, letting oily darkness rub all over me ( sensual ointment to subdue my ****** unease) my heart was full of echoes of  beloved moon (which one of them would appear soon to wash me in the copious shower of love) In a moment she appears in a resplendent gown making darkness melt and dissolve, clambering up the stairs to get near me, one moment earlier, she can As she, my woman, like a new moon was about to wield  her spell on me, with wonder I see the full moon herself clad in her diaphanous gown of fluffy clouds. She comes up on the stairs of a mountain, one by one, spilling the brilliance of her heady spell, all over my lovelorn tantalized being. Between the spells of two beloved moons tell me , how could I not lose gravity I swim  in the sweet sea of an ecstatic swoon
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
Between two spells, I lose gravity's pull.
We really didn't need another study into the Placebo Effect, but it made the researchers feel better.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
Placebo
They say I’m bluer than blue
 And I agree 
If “bluer than blue” means not that I am sad
 But that I am mad about 
Or glad of the eternal cold surrounding me
 For that algidity 
 Allows for your arms around me
 And try to provide me with warmth
 Warmth that only you can bring
 As I am tucked under your wing
 With your smiles that promise something
 In the future
 Preferably with me
 Still curled up in your embrace
 Because only then can I face
 Reality
 Then yes I am bluer than blue
 And I don’t want to be anything else
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
Blue