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11-07-2006, 10:47 AM | #301 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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Changed it back
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11-07-2006, 11:44 AM | #302 (permalink) |
Raptor
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Have your people contact my people and maybe we can work something out. lol.
Suhweet!
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And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
11-26-2006, 01:07 AM | #303 (permalink) |
Full-Time Hellion
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On a wooden kitchen table with the lights off or turned down low with the song Every Day playing in the background.
I'd like for it to be raining outside (no reason in particular). I imagine we both just came in from the rain and are tad bit wet. and imagine that this is the day i'm covered heaed to foot and during this intense frustration we just grab knives and cut each other's clothes off.
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12-03-2006, 04:55 PM | #304 (permalink) |
Full-Time Hellion
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after a jimmy eat world concert we go to a park, have sex on the grass (hopefully already wet).
This is in honor of skindredluver. I'll have an orgasm for you
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12-03-2006, 05:06 PM | #305 (permalink) |
Raptor
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This already happened but it was so wonderful I'd like it to happen again. Laying in bed with my boyfriend, just about to start a lil something something, his mother calls and reminds him that rent is due. I put on a hoodie, have a cigarette, he clothes up and delivers his check. He comes back and stands in the doorway while I finish my cig. After I'm done, I start to wander to the bed, he grabs me, nearly rips off my hoodie, picks me up, throws me on the bed and rough, anticipated sex begins.
fun?
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
12-03-2006, 05:10 PM | #307 (permalink) | |
Full-Time Hellion
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Quote:
hui, your link doesn't work
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12-03-2006, 05:12 PM | #308 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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this thread is disturbing
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
12-03-2006, 05:15 PM | #310 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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no
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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