incarnadine

[stilltrucking]

incarnadine

To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

Erotic Reckonings

[creativesoul]

slept like a tired whore
wretched in mens darkest secrets

[stilltrucking]

Lust for life
Beyond the Pleasure Principle


Not that much into sex anymore. What a fucking relief that is.
I had my fun, and some damage done
Now all I want to do is read and write
This has become an obsession with me again.
It could be the death of me if I keep spending so much time sitting here.
I need to take a break from this lust for knowledge.
Take care of my old body better. I been thinking about a dream machine where this computer is powered by a generator attached to an exercise bike, so I can sit here and pedal my way to good health while continuing this compulsive scribbling.

I got that bit about Incarnadine from a poem

Quote:
Epidermal Macabre

Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes, --
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood's obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

T. Roethke Selected Poems