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Requiem for Love
Requiem for Love Requiem for Love Someone burn the Valentine's cards bury the romantic fairy tales and roll all Cupid optimists under the largest bus we can find for there is no true love no happily ever afters there is throats raw from cigarette smoke in meat markets ears beaten by pounding music toxic scents of perfume suffocating every good instinct or thought just trying to find someone who talks some sense and is not calling security to eject you from the premises of a place more expensive to visit than Versailles and stricter dress rules than the Puritans had love must always die strangled in confusion drowned in drama poisoned by intrigue or stapled to an ant nest in the middle of Death Valley where year after year love withers dries dies and finally blows away a shrunken desiccated corpse this is modern love the real love in this world and if hope is found a bluebird singing on a wire release the hawks of cynicism to rip its tiny feathered form apart and gnaw upon its tiny heart for love is dead decreased expired this is a requiem for love an eulogy for togetherness and so it shall always be.... ...until someone new smiles at me. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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Sometimes you have to say the heck with love eh? Until like you wrote...someone new smiles at me. indeed, and indeed.....damn those smiles, they know not what they do Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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oh damn, the beavers I forgot about them....but I placed them safely in a sealed plastic bag a week ago so they will be secure and safe.... and the number of trapeze artists, acrobats, and figure skaters harmed, while numerically substantial, were considered to be outliers in the statistics, and so outside the breadth of the overall statement regarding "harm". Though some of them were distinctly mangled,and having a mime give the safety briefings may have been a cause.... ....(the little blighters chewed their way out!!!) Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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No meerkats, cute weasels, or platypuses, were harmed in the making of this post....but juggling hamsters, while typing, was less safe for the health of hamsters than expected. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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