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Their True Future
Their True Future Their True Future Go on Valentine's Day show me one more couple hands clasped tight together striding in rhythm as if own this world and can see a future aluminum siding bright of long winged rocket cars and perfect and food from pills and no disease such a gleam in their eyes mercenary and perfect in every way so I say Valentine's Day take your slick propaganda and leave me here alone I know their true future as I suck on vinegar wine of him crawling into a bottle when the dreams succumb to a rush of reality and she dealing with snotty faced brats imbecilic dressed in charity cast-offs the car a smoking junker the house a disheveled tip and food always fast fat processed salt and sugars distorting body and organs both will die alone choked on own vomit and I wonder if today I am a tad more cynical. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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Thank you Mulleen for that extra poem on the disenchantment of a rich couple. I love the description. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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And I thought I had harsh thoughts about Valentine's Day. LOL Thank you for the somber look but it also made me laugh for who are you discussing but those who are poor in the pocket. Should money make it all rosy? I think we need that version and what causes rich folks to fall out of love... so for the rich, the well off, the 1%...... I know their true future as I suck on vinegar wine of him crawling into that special vintage he is a connoisseur he says on his ignorance the sommelier preys every bottle more expensive than the last hits his throat and numbs his life the perils of a trophy wife and she dealing with his flaccid physical demeanour would deep six him if she could identify fields greener instead she stays and plays tennis twice a week with darling Chet who is all muscle cock and sweat at home she trades insults with this man she thought she loved in her innocence was mislead he cares only for his money and appearances maintained so a young bride he gained yet both will die alone the opiates will do their work subdue the sickness inside as bring on deeper depression and then for him office suicide and for her a spiral from the elegant mansion home but never ever trusting again become another player in the game fighting off the blonde and thinner eating one dry cracker only for dinner as she endeavors to hold onto what she earned through innocence cost trying to recover the naivete lost till a malfunctioning sun bed thin and dry and very dead and I wonder if today I am a tad more cynical. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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Its nice thoughts of you Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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never allow your optimistic perspective to be hidden under a pessimist's bushel Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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Its nice thoughts of you
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take cynicism lightly, and if symptoms persist, it is just the world is really so Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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