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Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language. Shall we wax poetic-ish? *Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire. Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze.. Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us. But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness. So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions. You may **** the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish, but I am, after all, a living, female thing. Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos. No one wants that. Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days. Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?* . . Songs for this: matters of the heart by lovlaine Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
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Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
anaisvionet
reheating nachos
Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language. Shall we wax poetic-ish? *Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire. Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze.. Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us. But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness. So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions. You may **** the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish, but I am, after all, a living, female thing. Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos. No one wants that. Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days. Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?* . . Songs for this: matters of the heart by lovlaine Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
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night closes in, windows and doors, closed against the din, dog on all fours, head on the ground. seems peaceful, no? heart beats slowing, mind going, non-stop like the traffic mowing down plastic bags blowing and tumbling in the street. so much unrest, does it show? not alone but lonely, only words and sounds, a dog we will call a hound, misery found misery loves company. so ...when are you dropping by? Feel I need some company, maybe all that is needed is music, maybe sounds to lift what lays about ....we can do nachos? this place, rolling under furniture, dark and ***** dust bunnies dance for entertainment purposes, need the address?
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
darrell-wade-elverum
Creating Misery
night closes in, windows and doors, closed against the din, dog on all fours, head on the ground. seems peaceful, no? heart beats slowing, mind going, non-stop like the traffic mowing down plastic bags blowing and tumbling in the street. so much unrest, does it show? not alone but lonely, only words and sounds, a dog we will call a hound, misery found misery loves company. so ...when are you dropping by? Feel I need some company, maybe all that is needed is music, maybe sounds to lift what lays about ....we can do nachos? this place, rolling under furniture, dark and ***** dust bunnies dance for entertainment purposes, need the address?
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