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(1026) walk

i look out at the sunrise and i think, "i'm going out for a walk to-day" my feet will hurt, my calves will burn but i'm going out for a walk to-day. i wonder what thoughts i will think if i go out for a walk to-day. like dust motes lifting in a dance on wooden floor-boards they crown a shaft of sun-light, spiraling 'round the ray.

i always finish these walks thinking-- what a great time i've had to-day. let's do it tomorrow, let's go for a walk out for a walk to-day.

--i said that yesterday and the day before and the day before that, and before.

my feet are tapping. these walls are everything. i haven't gone for a walk yet, to-day.

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(1025) so good at losing

i got so good at losing i never got better at winning. giving up is easier than fighting of course the media lies and says they got no other choice that's a hero and i'm no hero.

the media resurrects all the things i tell myself love is work and love is a choice i keep making the romance they teach is abuse they don't teach me how to love myself. i am so good at losing, i lose myself.

in this decade we are all fire and earth the heat comes to volcanoes and the volcanoes come to the sun in this decade i am all earth stagnant and muddy, dirty and fallow too wet for soil, too dry for mangroves i put my roots down into stagnancy but i gotta grow

my eyes burn and there is ivy in my eyes poison in what i look at. i wish i could do more, i wish i could be more and win some more of the fights i throw myself into.

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(1024) come away clean

blockages, black and tar-like i keep wanting to find words to say but there are none coming

cry, tears: washing down into the pit of my heart in the cold they come away clean.

it's like if the wall could break down then every brick is a sentence flooding faster and faster until it is every anguish i cannot say

cry, tears: pooling in the pit of my heart in the cold, it comes away clean.

i am not in a pit, i am not living in a street of grey the gate is wide open, the door ajar. the days stretch long but i am content here.

cry, tears, cry: sticking in the back of my throat. in the cold, i come away clean.

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(1023) gon' be war

the whole world's ending, folks' con descending draft your picks cuz the blood banks is due go on whistling, it's all befitting got a strap for you and me too

it's gon' be war between us red on red and blue on blue on blue but i'm tired, when you're defiant how's we gonna fight when it blows up in truth?

i chose the middle, symphon' riddle bats at men and pipes at reveal take a little, break in scenes til i immobilize my straining steel

messin' up--- in the south china sea put up the pressure like your dukes when ya cosign to co-send me square up the cosine like a false flag sting i'm pythagoras, gonna bite your cobra back, king you won't rattle or rout past me you won't battle nor outlast me i'm gonna share with the world the whole dopamine reel if you tick off the tos box you'll be tossed in the ring so go on and dance, motherfucker, dance, motherfucker, you put a snake on a plane i'mma make it eat its own tail i am become death, i am life after it all ends here

it's gon' be war---- between us red on red and blue on blue on blue but i'm tired, when you're defiant how's we gonna fight when it blows up in truth?

i got no answers, the puppetmasters worn out the lines on the lies movin' our holes dance lil puppets, they're at the pulpits throwing whine til we're all gaspin' for dough ain't no god--- but the one in their bank idols we got triers who are poor but the criers got their spurs got the blinders on the horse and we're drinking cuz we're dying they beat us til we looked it in the mouth and all it's saying is it's lying

it's gon' be war---- between us red on red and blue on blue on blue but i'm tired, when you're defiant how's we gonna fight when it blows up in truth?

i wanna tell you to wake up and don't hit the snooze don't bury the alarm clock in hookers, hail and booze like, I get it all we're doing is runnin' round in spheres like the best we gonna do is tell the world we was here like i wanna go to fight but the iceberg's near satanic the best thing they never did was tell the world they never made it alone, cuz the dream is zombies now man, if it was ever preserved careful the only rule we got now is cardio cuz we running on a treadmill we going nowhere fast, we zooming at a standstill

it's gon' be war---- between us red on red and blue on blue on blue but i'm tired, when you're defiant how's we gonna fight when it kicks off in truth?

how's we gonna fight when it blows up in truth?

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(1022) cute 2 hot

Your mouth falls open; you turn from cute to hot - ------I adore you. I want you on your knees. I adore you. I want you on your knees, -----your teeth biting your lower lip in a pout. your teeth biting your lower lip, a pout shatters my heart - I can't take your cuteness. shattering my heart with your cuteness, -----I will shatter your world in turn with my touch. I want to shatter your world with my touch, leave you desperate, panting for the peak Leaving you desperate, panting for the peak - -----Incoherent with begging; mindless moaning. Incoherent with begging, mindless moaning Your mouth falls open; you turn from cute to hot.

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(1021) surging/devouring

surging, devouring; a tide of electric sparks bloom at my fingers. i want to use them to surge, to release a lightning coil. \\\ gently urging, with crooked fingers. coaxing moans, whimpers; from parched throats. \\\ i cradle your dissolved self anchoring you until you, melting, drip into presence. then, parting your lips, i begin dessert.

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(1020) let me take care of you

you divest yourself of your clothing before me stepping eagerly and tentatively out of each lace and button; the polyester and the silk the wool and the cotton.

You ease out of your dress - your shirt - your blouse - to reveal your perfect body; you fit so exactly against me. You are enough. You are enough.

The clothing rustles as it falls to the floor. And you are sexy. You shake your head at me, not quite capable of loving yourself yet so let me be the person that is more than capable of loving *you*...

Seeing in you the beauty that you deny exists within you.

The butterfly - the protective dragon - the richness of sunset gold - the forget-me-nots in the meadow. You call me Daddy - Master - Sir - lover; to reveal your vulnerabiliity and give up your control. And I will take it from you as gently as I would handle precious jade and original manuscripts your control is precious to me. As are you. Even if you doubt yourself, and you doubt that anyone could love you the way you want to be loved... I am here and I will try... if I don't succeed the first time.

You advance on me step by step placing each foot delicately and carefully shy - aware - sultry - tempting... in your power... in your femininity, in your masculinity;

And when at last you reach the end of your strength and I can see you start to panic and worry - I reach out to catch you.

You fall into my arms - You fall into my heart - You fall into my lap and onto my cock.

I am not here to punish I am here to reward Because you have been so good, so brave, so strong. For me. Stripping for me - walking to me - exposing yourself to me;

vulnerable and needy. So let me take care of you.

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(1019) blush

do i make you blush, beautiful one? have i made your heart race and your breaths come shallow?

for you do to me. do i make you blush, gorgeous one? i want to with my fingers trace your every valley and hill that reddens. i want to wallow

in your desperate voice. until you cry out for me to fill you as your voice fills my thoughts. and then i shall take you.

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(1018) fall apart

in the sticky summer i am undone; your eyes on me are enough to undo me. i fall apart under your gaze, being revealed

to my very inner core.

and my inner core is this: i will take you apart in the same way as you make me fall apart; with my fingers and my tongue and my eyes on you

until you are breathless and separate from this world - floating high above it. while i am beneath you

my pieces meeting yours.

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(1017) such complexity

you dress with such complexity that i can scarce undo you; within your clothing is and are your armor. i want to go beneath that armor and press up against you, skirting the edge of sensibility and responsibility. beneath your public face is your private face and the things which make you spark. beneath your beauty are the things which make you electric. and surprise, i want to see you,

my squeaky little mouse; i want to see you. you seduce me with your complexities, and you entice me with your simplicities.

all i want to do is to choose you over and over and over, if it means i get to understand you inside and out one hundred thousand percent,

until you become a part of me and i become a part of you. until your name and my name are so closely intertwined that mentioning me brings up you and mentioning you

brings up me. until you and i are so closely intertwined you cannot tell where i begin and you end

and you need dress with even more complexity except for where i am with you one straight lightning bolt to what makes you paralyzed

with arousal.

you know what they call it in france - coup de foudre.

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(1016) if you can catch me

i have built myself up for you in the reflections of mirror-gems; in every mirror, every doorway, every droplet of every rainshower.

one glimpse at you, to spark your attention and your want, your longing for me - and then away do you hear my laughter?

i want my voice to lure you and for you to chase me. a flash of skirt at the corner of your eye. easing past the crowds of people and slipping between them

(like how you could slip between my legs and take me) will you chase me down alleys and across streets and through doors marked with 'only authorized personnel'?

i promise, if you can catch me, i will give myself to you. but only if you can catch me,

and i am a lady who will only be caught if you can convince me you are worth my time.

i am in the corner of your eye and in the corner of your thoughts: every seven seconds, a flash of something -

peeking out from under my skirt. am i wearing what you love, or am i wearing nothing at all? catch me, and you can find out. you can run your hand along my slit and explore all my hidden places

and i will let you do so in broad daylight, but only if you catch me. only if you catch me, and hold me close, and tell me all the secrets i have built up for you

for you to expose and to find out like the way your hands creep up my skirt and - oops, have i said too much already? well, there's a hint.

which you can only turn into reality

if you can catch me.

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(1015) mi lengua, your tongue

will you teach me, beautiful? lying awake with you, your hair pooled on the pillow - how to speak in tongues; your tongue, my tongue entwined until my tongue is still trying to chase yours; i want to hear your wordless cry out in the night beneath the bedsheets with your legs spreading for me

Acostado a tu lado, tu pelo sobre la almohada Cómo hablar en otras lenguas; tu lengua, mi lengua Enredadas hasta que mi lengua sigue intentando cazar la tuya. Quiero oír tu llanto sin palabras, de noche, bajo las sábanas. Con tus piernas abriéndose para mí. between your legs, the summer sunset awaits; warm and wet with the first relief of the rains to come; it is as beautiful as you are. i want to hear your gasps and moans patter against me and above me like rain against glass. you are safe with me as always. Entre tus piernas un atardecer de verano aguarda Cálido y húmedo con el primer alivio de las lluvias que vendrán. Tan bella como tu eres. Quiero oír tus jadeos y tus gemidos contra mí y sobre mi como la lluvia contra el cristal. Estás segura conmigo como siempre.

will you teach me, beautiful? your tongue paints words onto my skin; but i will one by one take those words away from you until the only word that you recall how to cry out is my name; and you will remember the shape and sound of yours because i will gasp your name into your sunset; the sound of our names, together, and God's - on your tongue, on my tongue,

chasing each other.

Me enseñarás, preciosa? La forma en la que etu lengua pinta palabras en mi piel Yo pintaré palabras en ti Y lo haré, una por una, hasta que la única que recuerdes sea mi nombre; Y tú recordaras la forma y el sonido del tuyo porque lo susurrare al anochecer. El sonido de nuestros nombres, juntos y Dios - En tu lengua y en la mia Cazandose una a la otra

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If I had henchmen I would absolutely be commanding them to "seize him!", and when the target failed to respond with "unhand me!" because people don't actually talk that way, in spite of knowing this would be the outcome I would be bitterly disappointed every single time.

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The trick to a truly obnoxious title drop is to write all of the dialogue first, then go through what you've written and choose the longest phrase you feel you can get away with as the work's title. Don't put yourself on the spot trying to work a pre-selected phrase into casual conversation; simply write as you will, and a title will present itself.

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Less "you need to have this specific NPC in your party to initiate this quest because it's intimately tied to their very complicated backstory", more "you need to have this specific NPC in your party to initiate this quest because they caused the problem in question just now while you weren't looking".

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hm, londo vibes.

Less "you need to have this specific NPC in your party to initiate this quest because it's intimately tied to their very complicated backstory", more "you need to have this specific NPC in your party to initiate this quest because they caused the problem in question just now while you weren't looking".

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(1014) year of nothing

the same four walls lightening in the dim mer dawn it's been a year of nothing at all

at first i was free to live like a bird i would sing to breathe but my circadian heart beat would not cease to run

to run

nightingale, in a cage i run on tick-tick-tick-tock clockwork inflating ennui's wage trading time for money where did all this time go

the walls close in i'm happy to live with in but it's been a year of nothing at all at all

at all

promises come and go deadlines that ne ver slow i might as well have died this year's been nothing at all at all at all

maybe next year will be bet ter i'll learn to sing how clock work birds sing

how caged birds sing

after a year a year of nothing