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To Impress You
To Impress You You once spoke to me briefly of some wish I had to impress you Some notion that I had to desire to be the best, the most deserving, to Woe you with tight-rope walking lingual hedonism… Sure. If you want to see it that way… And I’ll take the criticism, I will take the abandoned moments and the vacant pause, I’m not denying that element… However, You could also look at it as this: some symbiotic Brush up against, inhale your pheromones, my god- your mind Fucks my mind to oblivion, your brain fits just perfectly, Oh my certainty in this is profound… Just one of the reasons we should snatch and grab, Claw, bite, chew, dictatorship our way… I’m not going to deny my ego- I’ll tell anyone who matters, And, you, I’m light headed I am learning how to breathe deep this thin air, I’m ready. It’s not that I don’t want to impress you… I want to everything you. To devour you To caress you To panacea you To slumber you To profound you To reassemble you To find a key for unlocking you To rebuild- to mold- to sculpt you To press my glistening cunt against you To take of your mouth for an eternity, To see who will cry out the loudest, To taste your lips their saltiest… To listen together to us resting the fullest, the deepest, You get the things in me I have kept wrapped in tissue, My china, my crystal, my priceless artifacts devalued by those many Lacking a discerning eye- The passerby who passed on by. "Isabella and the Pot of Basil," John William Alexander American Victorian Painter late 19th century |
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It is rare to encounter someone who thinks in such strong song. Someone possibly bored with the mundane and willing to examine and reinterpret her own precious otherworldliness and then share the discoveries. You set out these rare jewels. I wonder how many of us appropriately appreciate you. I hope the person you wrote this for appreciated it and was worth it. A fan of the surrealists? For another time, that chat. Yes. Yes. Some. Yes. In some ways, yes. He did, yes. MT
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It is rare to encounter someone who thinks in such strong song. Someone possibly bored with the mundane and willing to examine and reinterpret her own precious otherworldliness and then share the discoveries. You set out these rare jewels. I wonder how many of us appropriately appreciate you. I hope the person you wrote this for appreciated it and was worth it.
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Dear Mr. Wellworded, Pithy. Hey, thank you... Please return here often to respond to my blog. And you are the only Person yet to whom I have Replied by haiku. Cheers, Mariana
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1/30/2010 3:04 pm |
To quote a great writer, this one 'fucks my mind to oblivion'. Great image paired with the piece.
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beautiful...
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