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#infecting
if only you knew how dangerous I was, a poisonous cloud infecting everything; would you still weep for me then? tears soft and hands rough but these touches gentle they warn you how I cut- thorns on a rose, the tighter you grasp the more it hurts; so drop me except, you always return. am I that alluring? worth all this pain? if you think so then stay....
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
Stay Away From Me
This doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy) doth newt lack chutzpah, tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear, that ideally Fitzhugh like custom made glove snugly, terrifically, unequivocally matching, thence handily solving Finger hut issue, when or if arctic blasts cold doggedly enveloped Gaea, whence humans analogously held hostage linkedin among fellow Earthlings freezing, frost bitten, gangrenous hominids scurrying haphazardly searching vainly from shelter ring sky (with mother's little helper) each primate scrambling (as unrepentant, recalcitrant outlier) once (what seems millenniums ago) livingsocial jackknifed habitat fractured, essentially damning Crispr bungled ambition grist for raconteur spewing sought aide telling tales amidst the mill by Ponderosa Pine drawing a crowd of curious onlookers, who forewent idling away time structured existence, thus, nary a clock watcher weathering whims as mother nature doth channel capriciously, felicitously, and indubitably stripped away bow ring pastime asper watching paint dry now tis each man, woman and child to (seeketh dale and hill) to duff fend themselves whereat mortality will steal immoral majority linkedin encapsulated, housed, kindled within luxurious faux existence capitalistic dreams engendered existence fleeced devoid of featherbed, indeed mollycoddled memories yanked wherein current rank and file endowing superlative creature comforts reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows ready to buzzfeed toe kin **** sapiens bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting learning basic survival skills forced to rescind twenty first century trappings shifting paradigm sans primacy pitting dishabille helpless imps against pearl jam killers who do not shrink from ethically principled, but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles, gruesome harmful indiscretions sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity ousting the omnipresently (well nigh since time immemorial virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA foisting gabled, heralded, instilled, justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals no more patent leather shoes reflecting up nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame via feathered cap made of macaroni thus such jingoistic, holistic, fabric ripped retroactively ramping atavistic simian base, thus leveling the playing field.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
A Trite Nihilistic Occasion
This doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy) doth newt lack chutzpah, tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear, that ideally Fitzhugh like custom made glove snugly, terrifically, unequivocally matching, thence handily solving Finger hut issue, when or if arctic blasts cold doggedly enveloped Gaea, whence humans analogously held hostage linkedin among fellow Earthlings freezing, frost bitten, gangrenous hominids scurrying haphazardly searching vainly from shelter ring sky (with mother's little helper) each primate scrambling (as unrepentant, recalcitrant outlier) once (what seems millenniums ago) livingsocial jackknifed habitat fractured, essentially damning Crispr bungled ambition grist for raconteur spewing sought aide telling tales amidst the mill by Ponderosa Pine drawing a crowd of curious onlookers, who forewent idling away time structured existence, thus, nary a clock watcher weathering whims as mother nature doth channel capriciously, felicitously, and indubitably stripped away bow ring pastime asper watching paint dry now tis each man, woman and child to (seeketh dale and hill) to duff fend themselves whereat mortality will steal immoral majority linkedin encapsulated, housed, kindled within luxurious faux existence capitalistic dreams engendered existence fleeced devoid of featherbed, indeed mollycoddled memories yanked wherein current rank and file endowing superlative creature comforts reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows ready to buzzfeed toe kin **** sapiens bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting learning basic survival skills forced to rescind twenty first century trappings shifting paradigm sans primacy pitting dishabille helpless imps against pearl jam killers who do not shrink from ethically principled, but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles, gruesome harmful indiscretions sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity ousting the omnipresently (well nigh since time immemorial virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA foisting gabled, heralded, instilled, justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals no more patent leather shoes reflecting up nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame via feathered cap made of macaroni thus such jingoistic, holistic, fabric ripped retroactively ramping atavistic simian base, thus leveling the playing field.
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Look at me; watch as my body caves to your everything. Your hands are like a poison seeping into my skin, infecting every inch of my body. But please, continue on, I won't dare ask you to stop; You're easily the worst, best thing that's ever happened to me. -JRM
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Poison
Lies lies everywhere, when you open your mouth, I can taste in them in the air. These words you spit are not loving, you think they're harmless, but you know nothing. With every word that escapes your lips, I watch the world to get a grip, on reality, for what you perceive as normality is nothing but a world set up on infrastructure that just doesn't add up... Instability, unpredictability.. Your lies are just infecting the lives of the respecting innocent. So watch what you say, for it will all come back one day.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
Mind Your Tongue