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By Misti Date: 2004 May 06 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.06.17.14.31779]] |
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briefed you on From Depraved To Craved not the poem but the feelings and fucked up bad luck that inspired it always the long distance sweet sexy voice while the girlfriend was sleeping or fucking his friends always the first girlfriend after a really bad breakup the blow job giver trying in ways great and small to take his mind off her the bitch who didn't love him back been on the torture rack/bed of nails died on the cross hung from the tree upside down one time too goddamn many felt the stinging of the slinging of the arrows outrageous misfortune forget me not storebought cheap thriLLs spills on the sleeve you wouldn't believe all the blood all the mud thudding like dull thunder over the latest dud thought he was a stud best bud in the foxhole shoulda known better more times than I can count on both hands and feet you say I am sweet and that is one of your reasons my sweet precious heart my sweet wet pussy my sweet Texas tea voice and you aren't gagging when you ask How Does iT FeeL to be Number One? suddenly I am spun sugar melting on your tongue and all the world is a brilliant blur yes i am your girl my kiss is on your list all of this should make me feel a helluva lot better than I feel right now feeling like an odd random number somewhere between zero and ten |