

Love's Flame"You staying tonight?"Love's Flame
The clink of the ice in his glass is the only sound, the scotch barely muting it.
"You know I can't."
He nods thoughtfully, and takes a sip, swallowing convulsively. Nasty stuff, but it bites back the pain.
She slowly buttons up her blouse, fingers fumbling with the tiny little fixtures. He clenches the glass harder, resisting the urge to help her, as slowly, button by button, her turquoise bra disappears.
She hesitates near the door, designer purse on the shoulder, and the blatant sign of a bold lie on the ring finger of her left hand.
"To


AllTeethAll
ravaging your skin, hunters searching for their prey, playing with their catch
Lips
moving on your mouth, running across your neck, deranged lovers mouthing promises
Hands
skittering over your chest, dancing in those special places, spelunking in dark caves
Eyes
piercing your own, that anchor that ties you to my soul
Me
holding you back, folding you close to bring you back from the precipice above the ocean deep


whole earthsaccharine smoke wafting down from the half-lit joint in the sky; I dream of half-baked summers and lazy hazy dopey days, with pink eyes rimmed by mattedwhole earth
black eyelashes, blinking languidly against harmless sunbeams.
earthlings dance slowly in the haze of sweet fog, bare feet embracing the dirt like the mother she once was; like the bornagain child.
the earth beckons us down; summer shakes her unshaven body (her rings glint silver), waiting for life on the burning fiel


Writer's Block: A BattleTwo opponents on a battlefield. On one side, the tired author, a sharpened quill in his hand and deadly computer keys in the other. On the other side, the blank piece of paper stands tall, rejoicing in its power over the meek author.Writer's Block: A Battle
En garde!
The quill flashes in the sun (bright, shiny, deadly) and the writer advances!
Fwish, fwish, shing!
The paper rolls around and springs back up, mocking the poor man with his shiny blankness.
Fight, you heathen!
The writer roars and slashes out
Contac
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*****
Marcie
"A friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." -Anonymous
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If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes. -Jack Handy
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Team Edward!
Because only a vampire can love you forever.
I'm like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An Obsessed Vampire Stalker.
- Edward, Midnight Sun
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[link] I am the Starscream is Sexy gummybear in the bucket
[link] I'm Brawn in the TFA Crew
Commish me [link]
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Here's to those who wish us well, and those who don't can go to hell!
And welcome to dA!
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First disciple of sensei Takehiko Inoue
Yo oh!
Io considero il mondo per quello che è: un palcoscenico dove ognuno deve recitare la sua parte. [William Shakespeare, Il Mercante di Venezia]
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