The Pen and The Wind
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A day in the life of a TumblrNo one in particular: So, what did you do today?Me: Oh, I talked about my vagina on the internet.N.O.I.P.:Me: I was told it's supreme.... ...
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108 Cocks (Silly, but NSFW)
Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay... -
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
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bits and pieces
when our dreams
have all headed
south
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
remnants
when...
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The Cup I Left Behind
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
I...
Love, to lonely hearts,
Crashes like a mighty wave,
And ebbs like still ice.
Sleepwalk till dream’s end,
When you find your ray of light,
You will then wake up.
He who survived hell,
Finds the burning Earth to be,
Just another day.
Sparrow who sings silently,
It’s song is most beautiful,
And none ever hear it.
Lone pool of water,
Left for rushing red rivers,
That lack clarity.
No leaf does stay still,
They float upon stream’s current,
And reach brand new shores.
Monkey butt is blue,
Mortality is a flute,
Under life’s penis.
For he who bleeds ink,
Sorrow visits quite often,
And is a close friend.
Abundant blandness,
With colorful joy so rare,
It is just like life.
The dog will hump legs,
When lust seizes his body,
And no bitch around.
My mind and body,
Are terrible wicked things,
So I’ll sterilize.
One can’t change one’s past,
But one can shape the writing,
Upon the new page.
You have to keep calm,
Keep strong through all that may come,
Your time will arise.
You are quite perfect,
Condemned to something foregone,
But then, cest la vie.
