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By flamy at 12/02/2009 - 03:19
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Yesterday was one of the most sacred trips I’ve ever been on with Mary Jane.
I regressed into childhood. I was there. I was one with that child. It was as if I had traveled back in time. I wasn’t just privy to the thoughts of that child, it was more full-on than that. I was the child. I could feel what he was feeling, hear no, think his thoughts and see the myriad images that we all see in our heads when we are a new and young life on this earth.
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By flamy at 11/29/2008 - 11:25
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Dear Bombay,
I'm so far away
But, I suffocate
in the smoke billowing
from so many burning dreams
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By flamy at 11/09/2008 - 17:06
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The sun was shining as bright as the eyes of the little boy who had just hatched a plan to catch his brother masturbating: mischievous and full of innocent malice. A whiff of ice-cold air whipped him and took his breath away as he stepped out of the air-conditioned airport. The sun was still as bright, only now it was snickering with delight and hiding behind a flimsy cloud. The sky was pure - more pure than he had ever seen.
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By flamy at 10/18/2008 - 17:58
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This cursed inertia:
embittered and encumbered.
Manacled by the malice of fantasia.
Chains of solid lumber.
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By flamy at 09/12/2008 - 23:57
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Cursive. Yup, that should be it. Neat little thing, but didn't realize that we'd had a problem. Sorry Folks! Yesterday, I received a note -
" To,
The Totally Turbid Tattler:
My Dear Fellowbody,
We are raised in a world where you try to end an argument by agreeing, 'Quite' and end up fueling it instead as you've rattled your opponent by boldly saying, 'Quiet'. You'd have no chance to correct the other and you'd return home to your loving, lovable wife or an equally loving (lovable?) fluffy mother in a disagreeable state of mind and end up spoiling her well-laid day and dinner.
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By flamy at 09/07/2008 - 06:29
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He has had a mighty dose
of helium; and carries who knows
Anything else that goes
With his baby pink rose
Sighing as he gets it close
To his shiny happy nose
And sighs again as he flows
and bounces and topples and crows
Some twangy tune; all of not woes
And all for her - it shows!
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By flamy at 08/31/2008 - 01:02
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GIDDY.GIDDY BALMY MOOD
(a probable confirmation to Mushy.Mushy Densehood)
I don't recall any other place other than the projector palace fiddling about these plausibly serene but distinctly impish mug that moulds itself onto the essentials of the human head. Yup, I'm talking of the "mukha" of the average lover.
Now, it's quite pleasurable to sink in your allotted cushion and soak in the ardent chumpy looks portrayed on the screen and use it to make yourself a hit at one of those parties that you walk into without being uninvited. It came as quite a shock to me to realize, the screen though silver, the setting didn't seem to go with it (no slimy finger, no popcorn breath that doth linger).
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By flamy at 08/29/2008 - 06:19
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Well ..., you'd frown upon me now, when I'd say that I'm in love, you'd say (or rather as my old crush once said), "You are just looking for an adolescent adventure" ; or misadventure.
OK, I'm young. But, let me tell you something. This comes from the gut, from deep within me. It does.
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