Sunday, August 9, 2009
THE MISTRESS...(Not finished)
She was born alone. Yet she wasn't adopted. In search for an insight, that would bite, only for her. Pleasure. Then their was a wind that blew, like a controlled action going unexplained. And his personification will forever inconsistently stay changeless. Then a wind begin to penetrate the beautiful orafices that, in which she was born. Birth was gave to Pleasure, for him. Irony. The finest jewel that our own earth would offer, could never even compare. She, was.
Friday, August 7, 2009
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