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 This island's shore is not your kingdom's coast. Your have no sparkling crown or regnant name, Your smug pronouncements redound to your sham... [read more] |
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Forfex Wide, you believe you are profound, but your remarks prove your weak mind unsound; malodors wafts around your piles of words--- your... [read more] |
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I love that audio loop he made for us: audible rub, a delightful friction; sighs becoming gasps becoming moans becoming the culminant shout... [read more] |
 As bitter as coffee, but without the great addiction The binge is over, but I secretly want more The sex radiated... [read more] |
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Between July sixteenth and September third of nineteen seventy-six, a Friday or Saturday night, at the drive-in theater just off I-Seventy:... [read more] |
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[for BlueLevels, to whom I left so much unsaid] "In the subjective responses of many listeners, the brass instruments are considered almost... [read more] |
 Always heard that One truly is the loneliest number It truly is, no question about it. The voices seem to be that much louder They seem to e... [read more] |