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peeress: a woman holding the rank of a peer in her own right. what tools fo you require? a microscope, binoculars, perhaps an observatory telescope... you ask to peer into my soul, the heart of the matter, and I object not, asking only for a workman's wages, of honest preparation, have you the tools to see me properly, and when you love what you see, will you have them by your side to see the future close by, and so far ahead? do you possess within thy secret places, an archeological brush to wipe  gently away my ancient earths, or a toy red shovel to remove fossilized 10,000 year old grains of old hearts, or fresh, damp from this morning, of words and sand from my inner beach, even then, the tonnage may require an industrial excavator to clear, hold and perhaps contain     all that poetry, all that love that it contains, so I ask, you, myself: *Do you have the proper tools, the necessaries and the necessities, to find    to store   to relish and    to delight in what you may find?* be an explorer, and write of all your discoveries, hurry, for the word time means in soul terms & the heart's specialized verbiage, never enough so girl scout/ mademoiselle peeress you s t i l l have much to assay/essay/uncover re the meanings of love... for there is as much to learn from the quietus of love, as there is, from the vibrant tumbling of climbing to new heights peer carefully... 5:44am Wed Sep 10 Twenty Twenty Five
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC
Peeress: What tools do you require?
You might be **** even kind... But I care not for your ego. I might as well be blind. You might be interested in many things. None of which light my fire. A hollow heart filled with empty blings. I live to build and design. Practicality is so hard to find. I want to understand the world. Very few share my mind. I'm simply complicated. And there is no shortcut to my desire. I'm after the impossible. But that is all I require.
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Impossible Desire
A section of timeline is now over, feel free to adorn the black funeral attire Enquire why consent is one thing a woman will never need to require Ever ponder if Lilith and Eve ever wondered if they should conspire together? Guess it depends on who you believe is the bigger monster, god or Lucifer? Feel free to submit your answer ©2023
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Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC
~•§•~ god or Lucifer ~•§•~
shoot me! cupid shot of love words are expression of heart's detest and love love me this day hate me that day this is your way I require of you true love you want to... see me in buff you are love buff seeming your stuff use me dump me and get away uncaught I know too well your thoughts long in the game I taught to my grown ups what you are is camouflaging chameleon ants flaunting and frolicking in cascade parade beholding... glassy sea mirage better back off! case closed on debate wished he wasn't late sealed is the gate I bet you have... never seen me in rage sealed is the way to my heart and this pathway
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
sealed is the way
what is it called when you need constant reassurance of your importance? what is it called when you require frequent contact and kisses to feel wanted? or when you feel like you don't matter at all to the person who matters to you. what is it called? cause i cannot find any appropriate words to describe how i feel. how i am intensely pathetic and miserable both with and without you. what even does that mean? i'm nervous for the fallout for the day you look into me and say that you no longer love me. i feel it coming i sense it with my whole being i can already feel you leaving me; how my chest caves in my knees grow weak and my cries go unnoticed but you still walk away until then you just turn your head.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
what is it called
these words retained, their authorship lost and unresolved, but their siren sounding ringing, ding ding dinging; resoundingly and unresolved: we do not always, indeed, hardly ever safe harbor the true origin and the true meaning of  our memories, but they come returning to us with accompanied shrouded shuddering, so oft, for frequent "EX'ing:" Excellent exhilaration, expiration, exhalation, variant explanations, and unsatisfactory excitations but never any finality of finale exiting the memories and the meanings return modified, encumbered by prior visionings, and the meaning further twisted, their import un lessened, until some resolution is reached required retained and a new memory is formed, perhaps imagined, perhaps not, nonetheless the siren sounds, the mind alerted, we commence daily, nightly to reimagine what we once imagined...even endings... nml
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Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
“A siren alone is not a memory. Memory requires meaning.”