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Getting High on My Own Supply


Today’s message begins with a note to self – What makes you tick stand on your head and do tricks? What makes you rejoice and blow kisses unto the world while pondering Malcolm’s speeches? What makes you crawl in mental deserts –hands and knees scorched—just burnt and you refused to get them treatment? Getting High on my own supply— Love Junkie carrying a blazing torch. F*&ck it –it’s too hot -I’m sweating and its only 33 degrees. Just above freezing but still I’m stuck –getting high on my own supply loves’ victim or loves’ culprit what is it that you’re pretending not to see?
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■ Loving you sweetly requires that you love me back in all of the colors of the rainbow.
■ Your embrace reminds me of warm golden sunsets and jet black nights.
■ Your sensual dark chocolate body surely delights. My body responds with deep red sonic pulses followed by lavished liquid purple streams.
■ As lover’s voices rejoice in rhapsodies of yellow and green. Simultaneously red hot embers erupt and fall gently into calm clear streams as you caress, lick and kiss the small of my back.
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Together – To-Get-Her
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In the wee hours of that winter’s mourning you set off upon your journey. Four generations yelled out your name as if we would bring you back but alas you could not hear our voices, as traveling was your task.


Casting off this life’s troubles and assorted woes, the Creator took your hand and guided you beyond the things we have yet to know. The Creator sent you here for just a fleeting moment for all of us to treasure and surely you will be missed.
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Once upon a time I lived my life freely unencumbered by trivial matters such as gravity.

I was free to define the winds with my sheer presence. Free to be wonderful me.
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Getting High On My Own Supply

Getting High on My Own Supply


Today’s message begins with a note to self – What makes you tick stand on your head and do tricks? What makes you rejoice and blow kisses unto the world while pondering Malcolm’s speeches? What makes you crawl in mental deserts –hands and knees scorched—just burnt and you refused to get them treatment? Getting High on my own supply— Love Junkie carrying a blazing torch. F*&ck it –it’s too hot -I’m sweating and its only 33 degrees. Just above freezing but still I’m stuck –getting high on my own supply loves’ victim or loves’ culprit what is it that you’re pretending not to see?



Could it be that the things I THINK I love about you I HATE about me? Come child and sit for just a spell and rest your weary eyes-for when they are truly rested you will truly see what you believed was hiding in damp and darkened spaces could someday be free. X-rays and CT Scans will never reveal the fear and loathing that loving the preverbal/under developed you has made me come to feel.



If loving you means… whatever it means… I stand here guilty as charged, waiting for your tongue to stoke my emotions and your charms to keep me warm.



In this year, Sweet woman I charge you with finding a definition for the word (LOVE) that flows so freely from your tongue. Find it – Be it – Bring it and your work here will be done.



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