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thinkingbeans lives her life: May 2011
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Friday, May 27, 2011. 8216;As if such a thing were possible’, Stella rolled with laughter on her feathery white bed. The bright orange book lay flat down on its words. No wonder Marquez’s name screamed out more than the title of the book hesitantly printed at the bottom. ‘Love in the time of Cholera.’. No She wouldn’t read it. At least not tonight. So close, yet so far; so many times, yet they missed, yet again. Droplets of fire fell on the shoulders bare. Elaine, I care.
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thinkingbeans lives her life: MORON
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Tuesday, June 28, 2011. I fill up my days with several chores,. Get zombied by the thunderous roars;. Nope, not yours. The Rain washes off the muck,. Each and every time. It renews, it loves, it spares lives. The skeleton of a burnt tree,. In black and white photographs, I see;. Terrible, beautiful, painful art,. Never fails to give me a start. Yet, amidst the cozy dignity, passion for free,. I yearn, I turn, I see thee. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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thinkingbeans lives her life: Return
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Tuesday, September 10, 2013. I split open the veil with my sword of the Silver Knight! Elaine, Elaine, get down from the fucking plane. They are chasing you with multi-coloured extensions of straightened mane. Pure gold, heavy feathers would stick out from your butt, black and smoke would jump on your eyes and colored beads would dote your eye-lashes. My little monkey, would you like the circus dawn? Would you like to sweep away the few strands of your grey?
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thinkingbeans lives her life: Yellow Cadillac 3
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Friday, May 27, 2011. 8216;As if such a thing were possible’, Stella rolled with laughter on her feathery white bed. The bright orange book lay flat down on its words. No wonder Marquez’s name screamed out more than the title of the book hesitantly printed at the bottom. ‘Love in the time of Cholera.’. No She wouldn’t read it. At least not tonight. So close, yet so far; so many times, yet they missed, yet again. Droplets of fire fell on the shoulders bare. Elaine, I care.
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thinkingbeans lives her life: July 2010
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Thursday, July 8, 2010. I don't know what I am required to write.whether the red blood moon. That i so love at a different time. It's your face.I should be able to trace. In the air.everywhere.you are not there. But it doesn't matter much. For I can hold you in my touch. The tips of your fingers. I can feel brushing by in my memories. Do you know that I put a tune. To every word's sand dune. And when it flows in your face. In some distant sea awake. I can dream it. Nt out of...
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thinkingbeans lives her life: June 2010
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Tuesday, June 22, 2010. I would put a tune. To my every sand dune. The world's a crazy place. For someone of my race. Wouldn't know what to do. I am all around you. Would I go replace. A face for your face. And then would you be sad. At my action mad. I am gaining ground. Within my own self. This is not a game. Not a part of shame. Why is that I burn. Isn't it now your turn? I am rambling like thunder underneath the sky. Precariously thin line of sanity and insanity? Thankfu...
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thinkingbeans lives her life: September 2013
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Tuesday, September 10, 2013. I split open the veil with my sword of the Silver Knight! Elaine, Elaine, get down from the fucking plane. They are chasing you with multi-coloured extensions of straightened mane. Pure gold, heavy feathers would stick out from your butt, black and smoke would jump on your eyes and colored beads would dote your eye-lashes. My little monkey, would you like the circus dawn? Would you like to sweep away the few strands of your grey?
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thinkingbeans lives her life: Filthy
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Tuesday, May 24, 2011. Wash the muck away please. Both the seen and unseen. Do not try to make me cream. Burns my throat and eyes with steam. Take the red away from my dream. Fagots and stolen life breaths. Tonight's end, It states. At the shore of the rotten river, It mates. Fishing the gargantuan piranhas with flesh baits. Open your mouth and puke. This whole island, just nuke. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am a gypsy by heart.a nomad by thoughts.
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thinkingbeans lives her life: Shrugged
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Friday, May 20, 2011. Scatterbrained, if you do not write, you shall die;. Such, the inevitable Cronos lied. Buried and dug, rolled in the cozy rug,. It bothered, it shrugged,. On a lonely night, mugged,. Just short of rape, for the illuminated shade forbade. The Perpetrator hideous, stale and impotent. Torn, bruised and cut,. She woke up with the thrust. Silly smiles pasted on swollen lips,. Gathered seeds with finger tips. No matter how, no matter what,.
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thinkingbeans lives her life: September 2010
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Thinkingbeans lives her life. Monday, September 27, 2010. Hera changed her form so often that Aphrodite found it difficult to keep pace with her.Bound by jealousy, hatred and sinful lust, she wanted her, loathed her and craved her with various degrees of inherently changeable emotions. Hera belonged to the Dusk. Strangle, push, pull and Rape. Bind her hands with Steel Tape. Devour her like Cronus into mangled shape. Puke her out when tricked. Make sure all's in broad daylight. Dusk, she must not step on.
