I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[tarbaby]

sounds lugubrious when I write it out.

the princess does not marry the butcher boy

mama told me they are plenty of fish in the sea

my dear old mama she only ever broke my heart twice.

for as many times as I broke hers

I never did listen to those songs you posted. I will try again later.

[SadLuckDame]

It was the kiss that sent
me bent to mars.

They were just pictures, not musics.
Maybe musics today.

[stilltrucking]

pictures were lovely, always with red hair, so fair.
I don't invent you anymore, i study you, I try to read your words, like watching the thoughts cross Isabella Rose's face. She kills me, her face will get so thoughtful, then she will look down with her hands clasped behind her back as if she is pondering something she read in Kierkegaard.

Have ever wanted a boy to kiss you and been surprised that he did not?

Sometimes I feel like Calvin, but in reverse, not ugly but so beautiful and strange to me.

[SadLuckDame]

I get more surprised by why I didn't punch a boy who should have kissed me but didn't.

[SadLuckDame]

I'm in the midst of shifting my womanhood once again and to embrace another girl within. Always sort of an exciting time for me to redo me in another way, best I can.

[stilltrucking]

I am trying to commit the ultimate subjective act, a higher irrationality. Kierkegaard an interesting dude, the two pillars of his existentialism were his father and Regina

the agony of choice

[SadLuckDame]

I know and prolly it looks like to regina that there's no room for her anyway, because he wears a very tall hat and it's too expensive to worry what to dress regina in. Or sumpin', I think it's a math equation.

I just know that I need to read more about them, before I can really know what was happening there.

[stilltrucking]

all I know is what I read on the internet

she was sweet young thing barely seventeen
he saw her standing there by the jukebox
I love rock and roll
Geronimo was a friend of mine, he was meek as a kitten

http://www.hebrew4christians.com/Script ... tudes.html

we keep on dreaming with nora ephron or settle for reality I suppose.

let me know if you get a chance to watch the video.

[SadLuckDame]

When you're tasting of my fruity blend
and oatmeal that has swam in honey
with maple topping.

When, only when
and then I'll start talking.

When she is blue and shivering.
When she is a tall, bare bird
with rare markings suggestive of his song,
his song across her throat, his across her nest.

When.
When we know art
because the art is his love
and her bridge.

When she is the all American woman in kaleidoscope,
he is every color touching every color
and they dance.

When we paint the basement floor,
because we went into the basement with cans of paint
and rollers. And we stay to paint a second coat.

When she says, "I feel like snow. I feel like leaves. I feel like a kite,
like a whale, like the North or a train or a stark white crow
on Saturday night."

When he says, "Yes."

[SadLuckDame]

When we skirt.

[SadLuckDame]

When we are painted,
but the painter didn't paint our lips,
yet still,
still we are kissing,
somehow kissing.

[SadLuckDame]

When I'm naked to my hips in a pool of water
and I think that I see you swimming by
in a fish body, through my legs,
tickling at my thighs.

And then I think about the need to take a fish home
and place it on my nightstand,
which then makes me think of all of the paintings
of octopus and women.

[stilltrucking]

I wonder if old Søren ever kissed regina?

just one kiss before I go
to the valley below
or at least a cup of coffee or tea

[silent woman]

sorry I forgot to thank you for the poetry like a planet queen this new gurl


you were in the water?
we must have gone down to the river to pray

[SadLuckDame]

Stay with me by the ocean tonight.
Just stay with me one night.
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