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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Wet & Hard


It was said to me this morning, "Just talking to you has made me wet and hard". What was I saying? I was cussing the man. Why did I have this effect on him? I thought about Pan. Am I the female version of him? I seem to bring about the sexual desires of every man I talk to. Hidden sexual desires. Hmm. All I want is love.
Poem received this morning from a different man which now makes me think of "True Thomas":

1worldunited
1worldunited
Saturday July 24 2010 09:27 PM
“ Poem_ Sitting here next to the old oak tree The only sound: the wind rustling the grass beneath my bare feet. For a long time I listen its quiet now; I hear the clouds and wings of the birds flying by. Its spring time and every thing is new even my memories of you. I drift away now deep into dreams of you and me lying here smelling the sweet grass beneath your hair. ”
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