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DISCONTINUED FORESHADOWING: Static starched defective daughters push me aside and tell me to have preposterous reveries, the kind that you tuck behind your damaged sulphur coloured hair on Sunday mornings, but you know are only like the wind, aloof to the prosaic bleached blonde insubstantial-sized mind. DON’T TELL ME IT’S NOT FACTUAL it’s bona fide like the back of my desiccated palms which I can feel whenever I run them along the illuminated superficial surface of my trenchant asian-stained madre’s co-exterior and you tell me I no longer make sense, and I say GORGEOUS WAS THE DAY WE MET. I saw you & your hair fell over your face like dark swooping in on hind legs and abating into the lemon star-soaked sea that they call my heart and you kissed me, right there in my head, that very solitary summer night, and it was so real. He used to mingle with the mortals til` his lady had too much, it seems I talk too much.. SHE`S GOT THE WRONG GIRL and I`ll keep wishing I was because I`m so horrid. I have such a vigorous thirst for you I could drink you in the way I drink in the ocean, and YOU KNOW I WISH I WAS THE RIGHT GIRL.
You laugh into my stolen face and tell me that the disfigured are more but I laugh back for you have your prom-dyed hair with your outlandish expressions but not in the beautiful way that makes every nectareous feminine essence want to hold onto and keep forever, but the abhorrent distasteful way that is like the cold cappuccino I had last week, ecstasy and more whilst in my mouth but swallowed is enough to run your head into a wall. YOU THINK YOU’RE SUCH A BIG SHOT you know the beautiful children like you, they run after high school because they have nowhere to go because they are the perfect last slice of sweet chocolate cake that is looks tantalizing but has sat countless hours out but really is as inviting as your insensate ex-boyfriend in the closet with his new pitiable sex contrivance. We stare and know it would be fatality upon ourselves if we brought it to our lips so we just leave it there, leave it there like we’ll leave you behind. I’ll drive by in my cherry-drenched super nova Cadillac that I only bought to rub in your face, and see you standing there, I’ll drive by you, drive away, and come back because they always said I had a simple but complex soul, they always said Deena you’re a paradox, yes you are, and I’ll pick you up and shove you in the trunk because you know there’s already breathtakingly endearing people in the leather interiored backseat and isn’t it enough I’m taking you in? You don’t deserve the backseat. But it’s okay, it’s okay because I’ll forgive you because that’s something I just always do.
I’m so scattered. YOU ARE SOMEONE I WANT TO HOLD is that too much to ask for? You & I are two souls alike and one day we will make it to the galaxies unheard of and you will fly beside me, you will fly beside me and I will hold your hand and you’ll set the crenulated dejected child inside of me free because I’m tired of living inside myself, and you are my release, YOU WERE SPEAKING IN TONGUES, CONVERSATIONS, WAS IT YOUR GOD SPEAKING? Desire lust wanting worship you bring out a different side in me and I’m trying to hide it because you’d never feel the same.
Wow this looks like LJ...My first entry. Errmm that's all.
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