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The cold winter sky is orange upon the horizon of red pine dunes
with a strip of white and then suddenly blue of a drowning hue.
The color of words is by no means dull but a winged ether, visage
of nymphomaniac time captured by a soul-snatching massage.
I applaud and admire the way
I applaud and admire the way your language is so highly evocative; and what it evokes is always the supreme justification of the words you have chosen and the way you deploy them.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Appreciated Friend
Thank you for the fine feelings provided by your care
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
'with a strip of white'
'with a strip of white and then suddenly blue of a drowning hue.'
Perhaps a sailor, one of millions drowned in war
or a fisherman's widow
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'nymphomaniac time captured by a soul-snatching massage.'
!! Nymphomaniac time: always waiting for new girl babies to mature?
I suppose you could say so
I was thinking time is always bred of itself
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
If I want to read something
If I want to read something jaw-dropping, I come here and I'm never disappointed. First you present some stunning imagery that is almost supernatural, then you stun again with an astounding description of the ultimate bliss.
I was already tripp'n with "winged ether" when you hit me with "soul-snatching massage". I mean, Wow! When your pen is set free it goes places beyond most mortals' imagination.
Always a pleasure and an honor to read you.
Ecstacy
One of the finest compliments I have ever received!
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
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''nymphomaniac time captured by a soul-snatching massage'
women lie in wait like sirens ready to capture Ulysses!!!