Parody, poems, fiction, and whatever else I feel like creating..... including a bunch of "short stories" that I've written lately. You should really love them if you like absurd, and at times "dirty stories". IF YOU ARE TIRED OF READING BORING BLOGS, READ THIS, YOU MAY BE ENTERTAINED.
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Sunday, December 31, 2017
Mysterous worlds opus now we begin the dance of victory
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Winters Cold Lust
The Spring so far away, drowned in coldness we see,
nothing but snowflakes, and dried tubers to feed the soul,
where the plants have hardened and the land covered in white,
this palace is not a home,
and carried us not into the night,
here is the landing, here is the deck,
where ice is forming,
watch the step,
hold thy body erect,
to see into the vast open fields of frost,
my love is still burning bright, like the land out west is freezing,
pyramids of lust, fingers intertwined to keep warm, to keep hot,
desire creeping up heavier now that the land is dead, no light,
just darkness to hide the flesh.
nothing but snowflakes, and dried tubers to feed the soul,
where the plants have hardened and the land covered in white,
this palace is not a home,
and carried us not into the night,
here is the landing, here is the deck,
where ice is forming,
watch the step,
hold thy body erect,
to see into the vast open fields of frost,
my love is still burning bright, like the land out west is freezing,
pyramids of lust, fingers intertwined to keep warm, to keep hot,
desire creeping up heavier now that the land is dead, no light,
just darkness to hide the flesh.
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