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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.09.15.36.16781]] |
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" Time for change, ameliorate your life ", you exclaim. How can I cram 26 years of life, love, and pain into a machine and churn out Fresh Beginnings? The thoughts of change are often more savage than the fruition of the idea. I must stifle this urge to run, this need to speed away at each hint of malaise. My life can be as carefree as a dragonfly in summer. I must have my existence mean something. I will execute a scheme, this plan to break out of old patterns and regain the newness of life that has escaped me. My exhilaration is barely contained. I will take risks, charge forward in life - rather than peek cautiously around the corner. I will savor each bite (of you) when all I crave is salty skin. I will parade my body (and not once will I wonder how it looks) for you each day wearing the fuzzy panties. I will flash a bright smile when I am surrounded with the throbbing of squalor and torment. I will buy a turnip (never had a turnip) and bake a pie. AND I WILL LOVE. I will love you until the very last notion has been repeated in my mind. I will send you winks and laughs that don't require anything in return. I will show you the woman you are meant to be with, the woman I want to be. |