TwoHeartsBeatOne
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@ Duskypearls - thank you for the pretty... and your poem is hilarious! quote:
ORIGINAL: Duskypearls quote:
ORIGINAL: Toysinbabeland His box is shy a few crayons The barefoot boys with shoes on stood during on the hill. Back to back they faced each other, they took their swords and shot each other. Her circus left town without her. Once an asshat, always an asshat. all over me like fat on a mother in law she had her legs wrapped around his face like a cheap turban. Sweating like a whore in church if mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy (must've been a Domme) & It was so cold I made crab eyes. Oh Toys, that reminds me of us kids saying: One black day in the middle of the night Two dead boys got up to fight One was blind and the other couldn't see So they called out a dummy for a referee Back to back they faced each other Drew their swords and shot each other A deaf policeman heard the noise And came and shot those two dead boys If you do not believe my story is true Go ask the blind man, he saw it too And, here's another one... That's the pot calling the kettle black.
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"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ― Anaïs Nin
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