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) And hopefully not crappy writing.Newest
Candy Corn Pin-Up GirlShe floated on a sea of candy corn, a bare white chocolate sculpture in repose. A single sweet (as stale as tattooed monarchsCandy Corn Pin-Up Girl
caught in honey skin) hung on candy-apple
lips, while waves of sugared sunshine burst
from neck to navel, raining confit fireworks.
Sometimes I want to be a girl like that, (spread naked on the page with a façade of art and whimsy pressing hard against
vanilla hips and rainbow-painted eyes ) to dive into the camber of her tickled
breasts—her cherry heart-inked areolas,
feel every inch of my ripe figure squee
by ~EskimoKissMe
John and Evelina BurtonJohn and Evelina BurtonJohn and Evelina Burton
There were canyons in his sun-dried face where peanut mud stuck to his cheeks
and wore away to wrinkles.
Amid a hand-tilled field of clay and faults that flowed like wasted rivers, John stood beside his wife.
Her face was wilted where the earth had dried—her eyelids sagged like mossy curtains.
But her stiff, peat fingers grasped his stony knuckles, his
tusky, ivory fingertips,
and Evelina pursed her lichened lips at the savage sun that carved them into
earthen statues, trapped in Georgian
by ~EskimoKissMe
My Little UmbrellaIn the morning:My Little Umbrella
I stood beneath a vinyl mushroom plume, three feet, four inches tall— a giant under metal gills, shadowed in a leafy, windswept patch of weeds and stepped-on artichokes.
By lunchtime, I perched four feet above the ground on green and blue and crimson Playskool walls. My little toes curled softly on the edge and jumped.
As fingers clasped one hard, acrylic claw, the wings of a flamingo opened up (with little lacy frills) and carried me across the freckled sky —clinging like a dandelion dangling from a helium-
by ~EskimoKissMe
... Auschwitz GuardsThe Good Life of the Auschwitz Guards... Auschwitz Guards
In 1944 Karl danced, caught in a sun shower with guards in SS uniforms— pretty girls with handfuls of blueberries falling from their gun-worn fingertips into piles on the ground.
Trapped inside the Bedeanstalten, children choked on poison gas that rained from cold, steel showerheads— little girls with tattooed numbers scratched across their burdened arms. An accordion wheezed behind the bath house walls— Karl’s dance of insincerity. It echoed in the prisoners’ ears&
by ~EskimoKissMe
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- Current Residence: Doylestown
- Interests: writing, opera, ogling the world
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- Favourite band or musician: david bowie!!
- Favourite genre of music: rock/jazz/opera
- Favourite artist: salvador dali
- Favourite poet or writer: gabriel garcia marquez at the moment
- Personal Quote: je suis seulment une petite fille folle au coeur!
- Tools of the Trade: just my voice, pen, paper, and Olympus e510 (glorious and newly acquired).
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I posted some new stuff!
I think the hippies might have to journey to KU soon...
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'Sup'” sed god's son.
“nm, u?” sed da world.
“nm” sed Jesus.
-The Bibles -internets edishun
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under the blacklight
However, your writing all blows me away, I can't wait to read more!
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"It's a beautiful feeling, Doctor, a beautiful feeling."
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"I find beauty in imperfection"
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How you turn my world, you Precious Thing!
Reid
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I do writing. Do you do reading?
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No, she is the beginning of all evil paths: alas for all who take possession of her, and destruction comes to all who take hold of her, for her ways are deadly, her paths lead to sin, her by-ways end in evil, her tracks in criminal wrongdoing. Hell.
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