

Jars of MemoryWith every disjointed palpitation, I hear blood press against my eardrums as it worms its way into the tiny crevices of skin, and bone, and soul. The tiny oval cells prove too harsh for the fragility of unrestricted existence, and of the genuine freedom of aimless daydreams. The objectivity of science, the subjectivity of reasoned thought, have successfully eroded the jumbled framework of my mind. Now this swarm of hemoglobin, coupled by a need to explain away my fantasies, breaks the vessels to my soul. Creativity is thus displaced by a giant shapeless clot of detriment.Jars of Memory
I sit at the same cold desk as yesterday, and as countless days
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Because porn stars aren't fatSo I walk in, sit down on that leather, rotten-plastic smelling chair, and I scrutinize this doctor. She’s a wheat blond, the plain face of an intelligent woman, and she looks like the sort of lady that flosses every morning. A floppy body, she looks like she’s getting a little chubby, her stomach slightly bulges from her ruffled light green blouse. Menopause will hit her hard. It's not that noticeable, but when you have a body obsession you tend to notice these things. She looks at me, and smiles all wide like she’s so glad to have me here to bitch.Because porn stars aren't fat
“How are you Marieanne” “Fine” “Would you care for some peppermints?” She
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You don't see with your eyes, you see with your mind.
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of course I'm out of my mind, it's dark and scary in there
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heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
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never lose faith.
check out my little sister!!! :iconswfairy88:
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never lose faith.
check out my little sister!!! :iconswfairy88:
You really have beautiful works here!
Keep up the good work... and watch out my gallery if you want.
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"artist seeks boss with vision impairment"
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