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cigsmokingman wrote
at 10:01 AM, Wednesday January 6, 2010 EST all right girl... In that case I want to be either like a big trout or a salmon... or maybe a sunny or big mouth bass like when I was little I used to walk with some mild troublemaker kids to this creek that emptied out into the pond and we'd walk there through the woods singing cartoon songs like Spiderman and the one about the dorky kid who ate special pills so he could breath under water and we'd go fishing in that pond and pull those ugly sunnies and big mouth bad boy bass out and like idiots take them home to our moms to cook and the next summer we walked out there to the pond all excited and shit and there were dozens of signs that said "keep away" and "POLLUTED" and we tried fishing but there were no fish... the fishes were all god damn dead. It was enough to make a boy pretty upset.
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 3:51 PM, Saturday January 2, 2010 EST Hells Man!
We! Are! Fishes! |
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 2:57 AM, Saturday January 2, 2010 EST happiest of new years baby
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 11:47 PM, Monday December 7, 2009 EST Hi Hellsman.
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 9:35 AM, Wednesday December 2, 2009 EST pretty, pretty baby!!!
Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of flowers, Feasted, we guide it - our fingers Like tallows adorned with yellow metal - Over the sky's hot rim, The day's last breath in our sails. Pinned by the sun between solstice And equinox, drowsy and tangled together We drifted for months and woke With the bitter taste of land on our lips, Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime And the sound of a rope Lowering a bucket down its well. Then, We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses. |
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 8:15 PM, Thursday November 26, 2009 EST Hi darling.
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Pucker wrote
at 6:59 PM, Friday November 13, 2009 EST i miss you!!!!!!!!!!! xoxox
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 7:26 PM, Sunday November 1, 2009 EST Hi Hellisha.
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 11:05 AM, Saturday September 26, 2009 EDT hello my darling..
Thy fingers make early flowers Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear,we will go amaying. thy whitest feet crisply are straying. Always thy moist eyes are at kisses playing, whose strangeness much says;singing (though love be a day) for which girl art thou flowers bringing? To be thy lips is a sweet thing and small. Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing if this thou catch, else missing. (though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing). |
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binaspy wrote
at 8:50 AM, Monday September 21, 2009 EDT hmmm think is firewall problem....I will fix! In mean time will keep lookin for you in here
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