Oct
21
2014

Loose Sincere
“How’s Scarlet? Henry?” She asks, as if a small cue for me to stay and I keep my hands in my pocket and we were never picturesque for either of us, it felt as if we were too well painted or too cracked but something would keep us going and it’s funny to say that if there were only one name upon a person’s lip or even an order of hierarchy she would be there, maybe because I’d stick myself with her, until my mind wouldn’t hold, but there would never be hesitation to ever leave her until it was said.

It was always her who would break it off, so if she were to initiate, it would always be her.

I watch her.

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Loose Sincere

“How’s Scarlet? Henry?” She asks, as if a small cue for me to stay and I keep my hands in my pocket and we were never picturesque for either of us, it felt as if we were too well painted or too cracked but something would keep us going and it’s funny to say that if there were only one name upon a person’s lip or even an order of hierarchy she would be there, maybe because I’d stick myself with her, until my mind wouldn’t hold, but there would never be hesitation to ever leave her until it was said.


It was always her who would break it off, so if she were to initiate, it would always be her.


I watch her.


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Oct
21
2014

National Anthem
“Sometimes no matter how much you try, you can’t get drunk.” I had smirked, throwing my two coins in for some bad flirtation. “Sometimes you just get drunk from the person.”

My insides had done a somersault as Jack had smirked and leaned down and captured my lips, my whole body getting electrocuted and lifted, as I just grab hold of him pushing him against me, clutching his jacket, teeth, tongue, lips and now he lowers his head as I expose my neck and he sucks on it harshly and I moan. Fuck.

Images flash in my head, but I’ll try to fucking keep it in my pants, sometimes it’s hard to keep accounts of everything. 
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National Anthem

“Sometimes no matter how much you try, you can’t get drunk.” I had smirked, throwing my two coins in for some bad flirtation. “Sometimes you just get drunk from the person.”


My insides had done a somersault as Jack had smirked and leaned down and captured my lips, my whole body getting electrocuted and lifted, as I just grab hold of him pushing him against me, clutching his jacket, teeth, tongue, lips and now he lowers his head as I expose my neck and he sucks on it harshly and I moan. Fuck.


Images flash in my head, but I’ll try to fucking keep it in my pants, sometimes it’s hard to keep accounts of everything. 

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Oct
21
2014

Loose Sincere
She opens the door and our gazes don’t even meet and I just take my hat off, scratching my neck as I enter in and I see all the animals all over and how she made sure that everything is cozy and she sits on the sofa, in the living room and she’s looking above at the small chandelier, something I’m sure she had gotten with her husband and she just smiles at me, still without looking at me

I know we’ve both aged and you only notice when you actually think of it

And when our gazes meet is when we both smile, as if there is something to smile about and that is how Meg shall forever hold herself, never to say anything, just to hold herself, not even speak, just watch me until I dissolve and she would be the one just watching, before asking something which she knew would make me talk. 

I wonder if any of us are unlit matches
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Loose Sincere

She opens the door and our gazes don’t even meet and I just take my hat off, scratching my neck as I enter in and I see all the animals all over and how she made sure that everything is cozy and she sits on the sofa, in the living room and she’s looking above at the small chandelier, something I’m sure she had gotten with her husband and she just smiles at me, still without looking at me


I know we’ve both aged and you only notice when you actually think of it


And when our gazes meet is when we both smile, as if there is something to smile about and that is how Meg shall forever hold herself, never to say anything, just to hold herself, not even speak, just watch me until I dissolve and she would be the one just watching, before asking something which she knew would make me talk. 


I wonder if any of us are unlit matches

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Oct
21
2014

National Anthem
One thing is flirting on stage and letting your thoughts get distilled later, but on the meantime let the smoke carry you away and for some reason no matter how much I would drink, I would still feel very much sober, my finger pulsing from anxiety and soon enough Jack just stood up and I just followed him and he offered to follow him upstairs and I felt as if I was just being tugged and pulled apart by ropes, but then all my anxiety draining as he had asked me far too many things, which I can barely recall now, my whole body still drenched in a mixture of kisses, sweat and all fluids. 

He seemed sober as well, I could barely trace any anxiety, just some surety in his voice as we would stand for a while in the middle of the room and the double bed was more than an elephant in the room. Sometimes not all stories are about love. 
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National Anthem

One thing is flirting on stage and letting your thoughts get distilled later, but on the meantime let the smoke carry you away and for some reason no matter how much I would drink, I would still feel very much sober, my finger pulsing from anxiety and soon enough Jack just stood up and I just followed him and he offered to follow him upstairs and I felt as if I was just being tugged and pulled apart by ropes, but then all my anxiety draining as he had asked me far too many things, which I can barely recall now, my whole body still drenched in a mixture of kisses, sweat and all fluids. 


He seemed sober as well, I could barely trace any anxiety, just some surety in his voice as we would stand for a while in the middle of the room and the double bed was more than an elephant in the room. Sometimes not all stories are about love. 

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Oct
21
2014

grasp THE sanity: Broken Black Varnish Requiem 8

We decide on a dress, which I flip at him and take off gingerly, Jamie booing my choice of resistance. I wonder if we both realize that we’re both in dresses and ready to pounce for the bouquet of no choice, that we’re both placed in the same ring, both in the same frilly dresses we’d never wear, so I give him back the dress, pulling on my jeans and falling on the bed, grunting, as Jamie slowly starts braiding my hair and I snap at him, my anxiety tickling me far too much when nothing has even happened but I wished that the fingers intertwined in my hair were Jack’s for some reason and I just sigh, as Jamie starts ruffling through Alex’s clothing with a stuck out tongue. 


“It does look like he has been dating you for a while.” Jamie laughs, showing the ridiculous amount of plain shirts, which he clings onto.

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Oct
21
2014

National Anthem
One thing is flirting on stage and letting your thoughts get distilled later, but on the meantime let the smoke carry you away and for some reason no matter how much I would drink, I would still feel very much sober, my finger pulsing from anxiety and soon enough Jack just stood up and I just followed him and he offered to follow him upstairs and I felt as if I was just being tugged and pulled apart by ropes, but then all my anxiety draining as he had asked me far too many things, which I can barely recall now, my whole body still drenched in a mixture of kisses, sweat and all fluids. 

He seemed sober as well, I could barely trace any anxiety, just some surety in his voice as we would stand for a while in the middle of the room and the double bed was more than an elephant in the room. Sometimes not all stories are about love. 

“Sometimes no matter how much you try, you can’t get drunk.” I had smirked, throwing my two coins in for some bad flirtation. “Sometimes you just get drunk from the person.”
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National Anthem

One thing is flirting on stage and letting your thoughts get distilled later, but on the meantime let the smoke carry you away and for some reason no matter how much I would drink, I would still feel very much sober, my finger pulsing from anxiety and soon enough Jack just stood up and I just followed him and he offered to follow him upstairs and I felt as if I was just being tugged and pulled apart by ropes, but then all my anxiety draining as he had asked me far too many things, which I can barely recall now, my whole body still drenched in a mixture of kisses, sweat and all fluids. 


He seemed sober as well, I could barely trace any anxiety, just some surety in his voice as we would stand for a while in the middle of the room and the double bed was more than an elephant in the room. Sometimes not all stories are about love. 


“Sometimes no matter how much you try, you can’t get drunk.” I had smirked, throwing my two coins in for some bad flirtation. “Sometimes you just get drunk from the person.”

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Oct
20
2014

Loose Sincere
She opens the door and our gazes don’t even meet and I just take my hat off, scratching my neck as I enter in and I see all the animals all over and how she made sure that everything is cozy and she sits on the sofa, in the living room and she’s looking above at the small chandelier, something I’m sure she had gotten with her husband and she just smiles at me, still without looking at me

I know we’ve both aged and you only notice when you actually think of it

And when our gazes meet is when we both smile, as if there is something to smile about and that is how Meg shall forever hold herself, never to say anything, just to hold herself, not even speak, just watch me until I dissolve and she would be the one just watching, before asking something which she knew would make me talk. 
 
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Loose Sincere

She opens the door and our gazes don’t even meet and I just take my hat off, scratching my neck as I enter in and I see all the animals all over and how she made sure that everything is cozy and she sits on the sofa, in the living room and she’s looking above at the small chandelier, something I’m sure she had gotten with her husband and she just smiles at me, still without looking at me


I know we’ve both aged and you only notice when you actually think of it


And when our gazes meet is when we both smile, as if there is something to smile about and that is how Meg shall forever hold herself, never to say anything, just to hold herself, not even speak, just watch me until I dissolve and she would be the one just watching, before asking something which she knew would make me talk. 

 

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Oct
20
2014

500
I smirk and roll my eyes as the other non-riding male licks off the stomach of his lover until it’s clean and I wonder how much had they watched their diet and I just slowly start climbing back down and I wonder if they are the only ones in the house and if any of them are the selkie as I still have vivid images of their matching haircuts, sweat going down all their bodies and lips bruised from lips and nail traces on each other and their moans seem to be muting the sound of the river as I get back down. 

“Why were you watching?” And I quickly look back, grabbing the hand on my shoulder and my body starts shaking as I look at the piercing dark eyes and I watch his plain t-shirt and I wonder how come he’s not cold and I feel his rough fingers and he raises an eyebrow as I give myself no etiquette as I trace between his fingers to feel the webs. And here is the selkie. “They were school boys, I think. Of age, but…”

I drop his hand and I just make my way to the bridge. 

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500

I smirk and roll my eyes as the other non-riding male licks off the stomach of his lover until it’s clean and I wonder how much had they watched their diet and I just slowly start climbing back down and I wonder if they are the only ones in the house and if any of them are the selkie as I still have vivid images of their matching haircuts, sweat going down all their bodies and lips bruised from lips and nail traces on each other and their moans seem to be muting the sound of the river as I get back down. 

“Why were you watching?” And I quickly look back, grabbing the hand on my shoulder and my body starts shaking as I look at the piercing dark eyes and I watch his plain t-shirt and I wonder how come he’s not cold and I feel his rough fingers and he raises an eyebrow as I give myself no etiquette as I trace between his fingers to feel the webs. And here is the selkie. “They were school boys, I think. Of age, but…”

I drop his hand and I just make my way to the bridge. 

Oct
16
2014

500
“Why are you in a river?” I yell back at him and he turns around and we’re screaming over the river and I wonder how come there are no cats by my side but maybe there is something in the house. I don’t know even how many prayers I even have to say anymore, I just feel like everyone just sticks together and everyone knows how much blood will be shed, but no one still speaks of it, just watches and the forests know far more how many bones will be crushed and cities destroyed to dusk. 

“It has access to sea.” He says, but I still hear him and I wonder as I watch him head towards the house as I just get back to the chicken barn and open doors until I recall where my bike was left and I just take it onto the road, feeling awful for taking the skin, but if to keep him on land, I have to keep it and hidden from his side. 
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500

“Why are you in a river?” I yell back at him and he turns around and we’re screaming over the river and I wonder how come there are no cats by my side but maybe there is something in the house. I don’t know even how many prayers I even have to say anymore, I just feel like everyone just sticks together and everyone knows how much blood will be shed, but no one still speaks of it, just watches and the forests know far more how many bones will be crushed and cities destroyed to dusk. 

“It has access to sea.” He says, but I still hear him and I wonder as I watch him head towards the house as I just get back to the chicken barn and open doors until I recall where my bike was left and I just take it onto the road, feeling awful for taking the skin, but if to keep him on land, I have to keep it and hidden from his side. 

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Oct
16
2014

The Blunderbuss Angel said The Union is Forever 4
The first time I’ve tried a dress the zipper was a bit too loose, making me wonder if the woman who had left it might’ve been pregnant as I wandered into the closet, closing myself inside to feel as if the dress had licked everything inside.I slid in the dress, taking off all my clothes, feel uneasy with my body for a mere second and I walked out, opening the window, leaning out to smoke a cigarette and look at how hairy my legs seemed to be today and I wished I had lipstick but piercing my lips to make them bloody so that I would be a bleeding woman from a distance didn’t matter.
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The Blunderbuss Angel said The Union is Forever 4

The first time I’ve tried a dress the zipper was a bit too loose, making me wonder if the woman who had left it might’ve been pregnant as I wandered into the closet, closing myself inside to feel as if the dress had licked everything inside.

I slid in the dress, taking off all my clothes, feel uneasy with my body for a mere second and I walked out, opening the window, leaning out to smoke a cigarette and look at how hairy my legs seemed to be today and I wished I had lipstick but piercing my lips to make them bloody so that I would be a bleeding woman 
from a distance didn’t matter.

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