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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3367 Registered: 11-1998 |
I love you. Are you sure? I would crouch beneath your toes, fillet my flesh with disjointed hands, rip out throbbing organs, place them in your cradle of palms. I would strangle the black hound of depression when he snuffles his slimy nose against my ankle, cries his melancholy whine. I would become a child, chase the last sunset monarch from dead-leaf perch on twigs of gaunt eucalyptus into a field overgrown with nettles, unaware of the coming sting of ecstacy. Absolutely, yes -- what reason would i have to lie? |
