Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
  

Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death

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Our existence deforms the universe.
That's responsibility.
-Delirium
2005-08-10 - 10:54 a.m.
[cute for a girl] ©2001 Alix Olson. i told her she was cute. She said "you’re cute. For a girl. look, i like you a lot, but i like to give head." i lay down on my bed, i said "try me." She said "no, it’s dick i’m after, darlin," and She headed for the door. i said "if it’s dick you’re after, darlin, try my top dresser drawer." "but I’ve got small hands," i said, "they never go limp when i fuck i got girl parts myself, so i know where’s good to suck". She paused. i moved closer. She said "i’m not sure I buy it." But her nipples perked, her pelvis jerked, She said "i guess i’ll try it." She stopped, dropped, rolled, paused, turned. and that night i learned that skin is where this revolution gonna begin, touching one woman at a time, showing there’s no crime in feeling this good God would be a dyke if She could find someone to hold her, instead of holding her up as the dark image in the church of my bedroom she stopped, dropped, rolled, paused, turned, spread, said "oh god." "Yeah, darlin", i said "anybody, anybody, any Body can bring you closer to jesus.”

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