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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
frolicking on a creaky stair outside my studio she in her pebbled attire and I in my lecherous skin I have water boiling on the stove some southern vision of my culinary design concocted with vague precision but like most of my plans; in the purgatory of the preparatory stage Irish vodka on the sale rack now is in my kitchen half drained and the night is still simmering on the back burner her heels click as she spirals up 4 flights going to progress into something more comfortable something for me to lay to ground when I begin to commence the ravagery after my jambalaya is brewed and consumed and video drop boxes are satisfied eventually a light rapping on my door pink floyd riding the hi-fi and the star light lit like I am it will be then that things get…. censored [This message has been edited by Drexler_McStyles (01-10-2003 01:57 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
chuckling... I wish I knew how to do one of those black box censor things...so subtle, ain't they? I liked the language of this...I could smell the fish fry mon amis!  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I love Pink Floyd but don't do vodka. LOVE this line: concocted with vague precision Now that's precision I understand. |
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