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Post by windfog on Nov 9, 2012 0:00:21 GMT -5
At my kitchen An experienced kamikaze With innocent but wise old nun Drink trashy Wissotzky tea. Heads Tightly keep their little ludicrous secrets. Two forked tongues, In turn, Lick sweet poison in a sugar bowl. Two fixed frozen glances, Lie intertwined on a table, Pretend an ancient china "a couple of unhurriedly copulating frogs". - the senses, forgotten in a boiling kettle, evaporated -
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Nov 9, 2012 3:09:31 GMT -5
I love your perception and you always seem to make me laugh from the most unexpected directions. I want to comment but this deserves some thought and I REALLY need to get to bed. Thanks Ris. This is good. :-)
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Mar 8, 2013 21:15:00 GMT -5
This is one of your best in my opinion. I’m surprised no one has commented on it. I thought I had. <Bump>
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jul 11, 2013 23:53:30 GMT -5
Here it is Wow! You must have shaken me up a bit with this one. I thought I had given a long comment but it looks like I tried and failed, twice, and no one else said anything? Hmmmmm. This is packed with so much it’s hard to start. I love the feeling of an unlikely liaison between such opposing personas. The more I read it the more I’m convinced I did comment. I remember commenting on the pretended fragility and the sweet poison of lies. The last line is soooo good. All opposition evaporates in the heat of passion. Definitely one of my favorites.
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Post by windfog on Jul 12, 2013 2:55:11 GMT -5
Thank you, my friend! W.F.
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