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marilynsalterego
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[2004-04-22 00:42:54 +0000 UTC]
"Kimber"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 60; Deviations: 66; Watchers: 19
Watching: 11; Pageviews: 8679; Comments Made: 1951; Friends: 11
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: Van GoghFavorite movies: Toss up - The Hours and The Secretary
Favorite bands / musical artists: I have to pick one!
Favorite writers: Sylvia Plath
Favorite games: sex-capades
Favorite gaming platform: life
# About me
Personal Quote: "Drugs may be the road to nowhere, but atleast they're the scenic route."
# Comments
Comments: 156
I should have noticed before, reading the style of your descriptions and titles...Sylvia Plath...ath...ath...ath...
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ahh yes..... Sylvia is mahvelous!! but.... ~drum roll~
~singing~
You make me stay
When I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
And pretend
To be just passing by
But I mean to see you
And I mean to hold you
Tightly
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Visionary mountains
Above and afar
Like answers to questions on life...
Love, and the longing to survive.
Truth, though distorted,
The words I create
Today the parting
Tonight
Tonight
At the peak of those visionary mountains
Above and afar
Like answers to questions on life...
Love, and the longing to survive.
I hope I've remembered the words correctly.
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grassy-ass for adding this one to favorites, you must be a FOREST freak, lol. ~as he shows off the braces wrapped around his legs so he can run like a man not a pigeon~
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why yes! I am a bit of a freak.... ~grins and remembers feeding pigeons in the abandoned building she shared with her drug lord whilst stationed in Cuba~
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you know a genuine drug lord! does he have any dirty tighties!
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~shakes mah head~ no he doesn't wear undies... claims it's to much to deal with when the g/f's husband comes home early....
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thank you for the fav on robocough...
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you're welcome. I really like that it isn't so obvious. True art!
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Van Gogh? Did somebody say Van Gogh?
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thx for the 
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You're welcome! I love the coolness of it. It's sooo sexy! 
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thank you so much for the +fav on moonlight shadow 
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No problem.
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she loves the things she can not have but has the things she can not love.
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Thanks for the watch and the 
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the camera fades and the midgets disperse. continuing with the meaninglessness of their everyday lives.
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Thank you for the
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why, you're mighty welcome! (in my best southern drawl)
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woo updates
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welcome back! we did so miss you terribly!!
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Hey! Thanks!! I'm having fun with it, so we'll see what comes out in the end.
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You'd look sooo much better with duct tape over your mouth.
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i love sylvia plath. her work is ummm comforting. nothing more reasuring to me than an artist that is truly involved in their work, the oven told all. i like "daddy". ~seednumb
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Oh yes!! Daddy is one of my favorites!! It baffles my mind that she spent so much of her time trying to fit in with the world, when all she really needed was to stand out. But Lady Lazarus is my absolute, no other above it, favorite!! The last verse makes my skin tingle every time I read it!
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Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
Daddy- Sylvia Plath
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everybody wants to be apart of the norm. i have concluded that, for me, it is a lie i cannot live my life in. ~seednumb
dying is an art, like everything else. i do it exceptionally well. i do it so it feels like hell. i do it so it feels real. i guess you could say i've a call. ~sylvia plath
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i bet it is, it would be a hell for me to not know what i am.
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hey, just for the record, so am i, well, for the most part. my work may be a bit, well, somtimes very dark and disturbing, but that is all that is intended, i never intend to be morbid and to me there is a diferance. i am working on a series of paintings right now and they are pretty disturbing, but at the same time gratifying, if you consider what is behind my painting them. but, i cant show any right now because my camera is not working for some reason.
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i always told my family. when i die, i want you to take what i have written, bind it into a book and burn it with me. the paintings, im not sure yet. i have some things that are pretty revealing about my past that i have shared with very few.
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he took his eyes from her moist lips, and examined thoroughly each soft line of her silky legs, right down to her feet that need only worship and said nothing.
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ohh but you would deny the rest of us the immense joy of reading/seeing your work? maybe you could just mail it to me. I won't show it to anyone! I promise. Girl scout promise and all. Heck, I'd be willing to Boy scout promise it.
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She watched innocently as his eyes grazed her sweaty body. The moonlight sparkled against the hint of brown just around his pupils as she readjusted her dainty feet. Blocking out the rest of the world. Locking them inside an invisible fortress of unspoken lust and desire. Her mind raced as she wondered what would happen now.
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he says nothing, but his eyes tell all. still he sits moving his eyes from her feet, her perfect feet, covering her body with with his thirsting need for her. he cannot move form his mind to even touch her soft soft lipes to his.
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he could taste her in his mind, each morsel of her arch. he lusts over her nose like a fine masterpiece should be lusted over.
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the sweet delectable smell of forbidden truth lingered in the air around them. She tossed her head from side to side, giving a slight glimpse of every angle. Knowing he was lusting, wanting, dreaming of nothing but her nose. She grinned slyly and purr'd.
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her mind races rapidly as beneath his glare her skin tingles with want. the saliva spills over her teeth like an untouched waterfall as her body begins to respond. she needs him to touch her, but knows why he resists. their time has been short and she makes every effort not to rush him. if he were to leave her, she would be crushed. yet, she won't stop herself from giving in. time after time to his wishes. her nostrils flare slightly as she tries to control her innermost rages which he willingly provokes. bringing her to immense satisfaction with just his beautiful eyes.
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he does nothing more than hold her from him still, he can see the want in her eyes, in the way she moves her feet from the floor and then crossing one over the other, outlining her soft graceful arch with her finger, trembling from anticipation even more each moment. he can see her eruption surfacing, every bit of her filling with ecstasy, face turning red and biting at the corner of her lip. he stands to his feet and leans to her, reaching out his hand to touch her for the first time, to feel the warmth of her skin, to make sure that this beautiful creature before him is not just an erotic fantacy but is as real as the heart that beats madly in his chest.
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her body tenses as the electricity between them builds. she knows that the next few seconds will change her life forever. the ear throbbing pounding of his heart vibrates through his fingertips as she can feel him linger nearer to her. she clenches her eyelids shut tightly, trying to hold in her overwhelming desire and lust. her body and mind involuntarily react in unison. small tings of pleasurable pain scream out as the blood begins to trickle from her lip. she has given in to him already. her mind is his. and she waits for him to claim the rest.
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he takes hold of her hand to bring her closer to him, to feel the warmth of her tender skin. guiding her closer still, pressing his body to hers, the scent of her skin feeding his thirst but he wants more. electric-lust flows from him to her and then back again, devoured in the moment, consumed in every sensation. running his hand down the small of her back, as he feels his body melt into hers. and there he stands in the most utter consumption any heart and mind has been drawn into, he is feverishly holding back but the anticipation, the length that he has gone so far, there is no turning back, he has relinquished himself to this hunger. resting his foot close to hers, guiding ever so gently one toe along her arch, losing even the thought of breath as he scans the line of her elegant nose.
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melting beneath his unassuming touch her body gives way to the lustful desire which has engulfed them. she follows his lead and inhales the vague scent of sexuality which lingers in the air causing her nostrils to magnify with each breathe. the slight convulsive tings of his electric-lust send her senses into chaos she becomes enraged with her desire to stay one with him. a quiet peace drops over her as his hand caresses her untouched skin and calms her wildest fears. she slowly opens her eyes and watches him as her heart skips every other beat, pounding fiercely against the inside of her chest. her body aches for more as her spirit drifts above them, hoovering - watching - wanting, the gentleness he possesses as he traces her arch sends her soul spiraling toward an unquenchable firepit. she holds her breath and silently prays for infinity beyond infinity.
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he realizes his hold on her, how she has become a fine clay in his finger tips. taking hold of her with his strong, loving caress, he runs his face down her neck, filling his breath with her incomparable aroma. he can see in her eyes the fire which burns madly in this passion between them. each moment with her cherished in its magnificence, each touch pondered as if his last sense of the only thing that seems to be real in a world of such doubt. he desires only to please her, a servant to all of her dreams and erotic fantacies. he can feel her in their closeness, each curve of her body, all the woman that she is, every bit of woman that he craves and is entangled in in absolute. he reaches his finger tips through an opening in the back of her top to feel the warmth and silky soft body on his hands that know only the harsh labors of the day. looking into her eyes telling her nothing but slowly with each movement of his body, with each scan of his eyes telling her all that he thinks. he brings his face forewad to touch his lips to hers, to taste her sweet body.
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with each passing moment turning into what seems an eternity, she allows her mind, body, and soul to receive what he is offering. their intensity magnified beyond every stretch of ordinary man's imagination as they are entwined one with another. forgiving all ability to determine where his begins and hers ends. the radical tenderness in his touch masked daily only by the anger in his actions. she knows that beneath what he gives others there is something more bewitching and his eroticness engulfs her. she tosses her head back slightly, pulling him in to her world and feeds from the hunger he carries, unable to fulfill. she lets go of everything that has happened before now, nothing exists but him and she is his --to take, control, and possess. her desire surpasses her need for the stability she eagerly craved. entranced by the sheer darkness which lingers behind his eyes she becomes confused by his gentle touch. she shudders as she attempts to make sense of her wants, her need to have him - to let him have her. his hands float against her skin savoring every inch. she presses her lips harder against his, their life forces merging uncontrollably.
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he runs his fingers through her hair from the side of her temples to the back. reaching below her, taking her into his arms, as they partake of one anothers taste. her sweet satin lips exciting his body from his head down to his feet. he holds her with a tender grace, making way over to a more romanitic and secluded place, a temple made of silk and the finest scented candles. his body growing hungry even more for every last drop of her, every last inch of her soft fragrant body. he taskes in each exhale of ehr breath making it apart of him, holding her tight but soft enough for her to melt in his hands, to mold to him and all of hers and his desires.
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her mind rages against the inside of her skull as she follows willingly to the place he has chosen for them. the spot where she will release her inner beast and offer herself to him completely. his breath against her skin extinguishes her fears of the coming and draws her soul closer to his. the small smoke stacks from the candles circling them, trapping them inside their temple of lust and depravation. allowing them the security they each long for. she looks longfully into his eyes and hopes that his surrender will fulfill her.
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im sorry, i will get back to you if you dont mind.
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yeah, story of my life!!
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the mad woman in the attic -- all alone and loopy -- sits against the wall and dreams of days long ago when she, as a child, played side by side with the angels who eventually turned against her.
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really, i will, there are just some things going on that i have to take care of. ~seednumb
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I know -- please take your time and feel free to respond whenever you can. 
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doing the Ms America wave to the cheering crowd.
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"should i reach to touch her tender skin", he ponders, afraid of what it might become. still he holds back his hunger for every bit of her mind and body, but inside continues to feast on her with his eyes. the anticipation grows thick, the room saturated in lust, nothing can take him from his absolute desire for her.
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She knows he is right where she needs him. The others were not as troublesome but this one was special. She traced the outline of her arch with her fingertips before him. Her mouth watered as she watched how intensely he studied her.
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Dark and disturbing sometimes is a good thing!! It gives us an escape from the mundaneness of living life in the light and safe. I understand completely about not sharing your work. I have alot of stuff I have written but am unwilling to share just yet. Someday, when I'm dead and my family is searching through the attic. They can stumble across it like Emily Dickinson's sister did and then, and ONLY then, can it be shared with others. With my consent.
But hopefully some day you can share with the class.
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She said as she uncrossed her legs and licked her lips. Waiting patiently for a response.
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the same holds true for me as well. But, one man's hell is another man's heaven! Go figure.
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What is normal anyway?
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but one man's norm is another mans hell, right? ~swoons~......
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by the roots of my hir some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. the nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid:a world of bald white daysin a shadeless socket. a volturous boredom pinned mein this tree.if he were I, he would do what I did. -Sylvia Plath
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