A HaikuShe asked to see my most private, personal parts. I showed her my soul.A Haiku
10:10 - THE STORY OF A MINUTEWhat are these numbers? Why are they here? Where are the old numbers? I miss them. I missed them. Who replaced the numbers? And by what authority? They could have let me know. Or perhaps they couldn’t. Perhaps I was locked away in a world outside of the numbers, A world where the numbers could never reach me. Oh how they pain me, demanding my attention, forcing my hand in a game I never wanted to play. What harm could it do? To leave me, in my own world, hidden away from these malevolent digits and their unfeeling attack on my being? But now the numbers have changed10:10 - THE STORY OF A MINUTE
LoveWhat is this thing you call “love”? Where does it come from? What does it do? Is it a product of your own unstable emotional past? Or perhaps a manifestation of your rampant sexual desire?Love
Could it be a hoax? A fairytale? A fantasy? A hobby? A poem? A lie? Science? Magic? Art?
And most importantly: How can I get some?
ShitShit. That’s what this is. That unlovable mixture of digested food and methane. Did you know, That if you compress a pile of this putrid substance, You could make a tiny, shimmering diamond?Shit
No?
That’s because you cant. Oh how magnificent lies can be, especially when compared to the truth. Who could resist this most marvellous fantasy Filled with beautiful shiny diamonds, Where everything is forgivable and nothing is pointless, When to deny it leaves one with naught but a rotting pile of faecal matter? So shall we delve into fantas
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Any pics in my gallery that look good are because God shone through. Any that don't are because I wasn't listening to Him.
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Où est mon maître le prince rebelle?
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~Doctor KidK, Online Internet E-Lawyer, Esquire~
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' if polaroids and memories can fade, then so can i '
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