May 2011
59 posts
..the freedom of what we are..
The Zgirl has found herself a sexy mistress, yet, come to Paris she says.
And I ponder, what is the meaning of need me. Is it like saying, maybe tomorrow but just not today.
lrah.
Art from the movie, Cracks.
just wanted to say, you and your he intrigue me very much... i adore your writings, they are unique... and though i realize we do not know each other, i understand your verbiage immensely... peace, it seems is a most difficult item to find...
Yes, I do agree, “peace” within our choices are always the hardest to balance.
Thank you and it is Beaudalare who led me towards your beautiful writings.
Oh Myfanny....Mylove...Mybeast
do come peak thy odoriferous tush this way
tell Me thy giggling tales of pungent spray
sing to Me of thy putt putt puttering day
just anything to let Me know that your heart is but a fart away
Kisses Myfinefanniedfartinglove :X
giggles..
I am here always always myPrince and Beloved Love.
Good morning Mylrah,
I take it, that thy mind has kidnapped thee to a place of disparity. Well, I shall be no officer on the look, but I will remain thy Beast of knowing feel.
Not signed foolishly.
Friend and Love....whether thee want or not.
I am trying desperately myLove to snap out from within this magical place I am in. “Disparity” sounds like a horror unless myPrince it can be dancing around a prettied metaphor. (like the ways of your bitch!)
I miss you much myDarlin and you can not be here.
signed a love always, always and forever more.
lrah.
“If the world ends tomorrow will someone say something truthful about me, ummm, like I have died in pretended peace.”
—lrah.
I keep thee
That I do, Myfanny
though it may cut like salted razor
though it may burn like saber phaser
I do keep thee, for I mustAnd though you may wander lost
I keep thee by sense’s touch
I keep thee forever much
I do keep thee, for I mustlest I crumble into dust
yourBeast
myDearest Ching..
I guess I can share a hint without being too vulnerable. Imagine something lost, you explain to the officer, no, don’t look for it, I got a rand some note.
I guess that’s like saying you know it breathes, but I have too make this report, and, it is then you realize you have no friends, and you don’t even want love.
where can I be found, perhaps this is it, traveling mind bound, I am “thattaway” and with no dreams to help me explain.
I ooze myself within the depths of this pity tomb and I am wondering, why is it, that, death, does not desire me.
Is there ever really a place myLove, that I can be found.
sincerely.
Your miss fanny.ps..thank you Montanadreams for that beautiful word, “thattaway”, it still intenses me up.
“J says
if you had blood and snot on ur face I would not kiss” —
if you had blood and snot on ur face I would not kiss” —
goodness you almost sound like those bin ladder Muslims
giggles
it was my Valentine kiss
my heart is upon my nose
even though the nightmares make my fingers pull it out
and then it bleeds to kiss me again.
can a scoff be a sigh or a sigh be so beautifully scoffed.
Why are there so many different ways to sigh. I sit here wondering if even my toes crumble feeling these sighs.
please go be busy
You have already possessed my mind for the day
I am pondering sighs..and a roller coaster of them.
I confess J, I still remain taking such deepened breaths when talking with you..I feel too, wanting, to be so utterly swept away…and yet, I fight desperately possessing control of myself.
so yeah, my ass is in air, it makes me wobble so that I can distract myself from this desiring puke where I have too suck deeply within my pussy lips and keep my hole closed so very tight.
There you have it, what a fucked up sigh.
lrah and J.
“Goodness, I think I have a question, could equalism be when people have but one choice. I know this could really sound stupid but so many people keep saying, no thought is a dumb ponder and well there you have it.”
—property belonging to Mister Beaudalare.
..muted people of no conversations..
