The dressI drove up to the Acme and tossed your slinky black dress into a clothing bin dumpster for drug-addicted teenagers. Steel sky overhead, the garbage bag went in, your dress along with the other unwanted garments. I imagined some slim girl slipping it onto her frailThe dress
form and I hoped she would think herself beautiful in it, no matter what harsh eyes deemed the reality
of the situation.
The Embrace
The Blacksmiths Pale DaughterOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named Laura.The Blacksmiths Pale Daughter
Laura was teased at school for two reasons: the first was that she was extremely pale, and the second was because she didn't have a mother.
The classroom was only one room small. The teacher stood at the front. Laura sat at her desk, apart from all the others, in a corner away from the windows. No one ever wanted to sit next to her. She was too weird, they'd say.
"Class is over." The teacher announced. "Time to go home. Michael, it's your turn to wipe down the board."
Laur
just fucking lost
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'Shall we slip; something is always more comfortable.'
Don't run too far, my legs are not that fit
its all for the sex i say watson, it was all for the sex
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que lindura no creen?
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Gallery
Neosynthesis
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'soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen;
be lost, depart, but climb.'
-edna st. vincent millay
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the speed of art is a function of life plus fiction, fiction tending to zero - r.filliou
~millykid-visuacept ~m-ani-mal supamilly emile
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Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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