Marilyn Dominique MarloMarilyn Dominique Marlo strode down the busy newyork sidewalk, away from the small building on the corner of St.James boulevard, away from the apartment numbered Room 17 in gold plated lettering, away from the man probably still sitting at his yellow linolium kitchen table, munching on eggs, -sunnyside up- and sipping coffee, black with three cubes of sugar, cause thats how she knew he liked it. Away from any chance she had ever had at a happy ending.Marilyn Dominique Marlo
Marilyn Domique Marlo was 44 years old. Yes, thats right, 44, 45 in three months now. And she still had yet to find the 'one'. Ah yes, the illusive 'one'. Now you see where this st
1. AcidAcids a bitch, i can tell ya that. I remember the first time i tripped, man. It was the SHIT man, the SHIT. It did a number on me, i can tell ya that. I was fuckin' GONE. Me and some of my friends were at this concert, ya see - i cant remember what band was playin or where it was or even who i was with - except i remember Jerry being there, yeah, jerry. They was passing out these Acid tabs around the crowd. I popped one in my mouth like it was a tictac, man, and it was so trippy, so trippy like you wouldnt bee-lieve. It was like the crowd was this one big ocean, ya see, this one big breathin' ocean, suckin in and breathin out1. Acid
The Warmth of Your ArmsHis arms were soft and warm around me, gently clutching my body to his black-cloven form. His heartbeat was lush in my ear, constant and comforting like the tick of clock that'll never stop, like the roar of a distant waterfall.Curling closer into the snug concave of his arms, i uttered a sigh pure in its contentedness before burying my nose in his shirt, inhaling the soft scent of cigarettes and cologne as i looked up into two gorgeous shards of ice blue sky. A joy so great it jumped in my chest like rain bouncing off a tin roof arose at the realization of the pure reality of this sweet, stolen moment in time, so treasured, so impossibly lonThe Warmth of Your Arms
ThatOneLittleCornerOfTheWorldShe leaned back against the tan island countertop, hands balancing on the hard plastic edge. Music poured through the small kitchen filled with warm golden light, so kind and inviting in contrast to the cold swollen darkness looming outside the cool glass window panes. The girl closed her eyes and let a contented sigh escape her pale pink lips, taking pleasure in the delightful homey smell of cookies baking in the oven, chocolate melting into brown silk and dough blooming into delicious flowers on the baking pan. Calm, gentle music weaved through the air, meshing with the sweet thick aroma, filling the room as if a physical presence, in the sThatOneLittleCornerOfTheWorld
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Zeal
its just acryl on canvas. nothing else... no brushes or something.
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I put the 'laughter' in 'manslaughter'.
The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless, of course, i've been there 1st. Then its soaked in tears and blood.
I put my laundry in 3 piles; colors, blacks, and bloodstains.
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CLICK HERE TO WAKE UP
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I can't remember
The last time you cared about anything
The last time you allowed yourself to be seen
so pretentious your lies unrelenting disguise
Creating tears in your eyes your mind withers and dies
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I put the 'laughter' in 'manslaughter'.
The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless, of course, i've been there 1st. Then its soaked in tears and blood.
I put my laundry in 3 piles; colors, blacks, and bloodstains.
It's just that every sw profile I go to is like "here's my dA"
XD
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I can't remember
The last time you cared about anything
The last time you allowed yourself to be seen
so pretentious your lies unrelenting disguise
Creating tears in your eyes your mind withers and dies
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CLICK HERE TO WAKE UP
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