Captain Pollutionbut there int no rhythm to my step & my legs rebound like rubber bands; I've felt this
Where's the other side, this time?
Pick up, pack up, & there's nowhere to go.
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Painted with LightHer body is painted with light, smooth and soft as unfired porcelain. Outside it’s spring and it might be morning...just as well afternoon or early evening—you can never tell around here. But she’s lying in bed, and the window is above her, turned towards her face. I wonder why that face is not in the photograph.Painted with Light
Is it also beautiful? Did the photographer love her? Has he touched this miracle body? The photograph is so intimate, so close; the thought that she is a model knots my stomach—tight and twisted. To be that close, to capture that body forever, to smooth its curves with such precision, I pray that there was
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- Current Residence: bildungs roman (haaaaaaaaa).
- Interests: people and plants...mostly.
- Favourite band or musician: The Toadies
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'Cause it made me think of you.
Yar.
~Danjah
Herroh, Danjarrd00m!
Yes, you have found me, despite my clever disguise. >:]
Perhaps someday I will have some more things to put up here.
Because it reminded me of House of Mirth and made me giggle happily to myself.
ALSO IT MUST EXPRESS MY STUNNING INTELLECT AND WIT
Is t'day the day you have PE? If not, you wanna go a'ambulatin' later?
WOE
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