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creativesoul
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there was once a friend of mine that died recently- it would be more proper to say that we had not spoken in a few years, and that I had nothing more to say to him. He made his own choices and I had to respect those choices even if my sight told me that functioning in this society was not something he could do well.I am fading fast. I love to sleep during the day
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HEY!! wake up, c-soul... HEY! YOU! wake up!

you never finished the last sentence. come on! WAKE UP!

finish this piece, alright. then go back to sleep.
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........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................is there ever a last line- dont all tales have continued tatotted in the dirty little secret section? there is a blonde little bird that wears patton leather boots and she wants to play.some of us have forgotten how. there is never a last line my sweet
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Post by bennie2 »

people who make you scroll sideways...

thunder has just taken place amongst the clouds in my sky.

life can be quite beautiful.
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sucked,licked, gently

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he licks me and sucks me
i see paintings and colors and his beautiful face
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the nieghbor has her mother visiting who is on air, and i have been gardening, i burn the weeds and they are complaining. I suggested that they take the mother out to lunch, so I could finish what I was doing. She said" your asking me to leave my own home?.No I am asking you to let me finish what I was doing.
Last night I had a native American woman in my car and we had a nasty blow out of a tire, took out a brake line and we were in a dangerous place. My husband came and fixed us up, and we took the car with the spare home, and drove her home in the truck.This morning after leaving the car, I realized I had forgotten my purse in the front yard of the house I realized when I got to Les Swab that I had no money, no purse change in my in my pocket-So I proceeded to walk a very long way . I made it to Wal Mart where a very nice gentle mangave me a ride the rest of the ay home.I gave him coffee ane smoked disciunt ciggaretes- He was polite snd I esd sppy to be off my feet.
I am home now snd have to sleep






his mannerism
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