

MasterpieceA body that could only have been sculpted by Michaelangelo. David's too bold muscles smoothed and eroded by the decades, leaving only the subtlest of sinews rippling beneath silken skin. You twist in your sleep and the softest jolt floods through me; the feeling that struck me when I saw my first Kandinsky.Masterpiece
Captivated. The image jumped off the page, snatched and held my attention with a force akin to violence. The curves of your visage more than equal that. You are so beautiful by moonlight. Your feather-light, fathom-deep breathing, slow as the st
Hide and Seek

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I came to be in the murky
depths of a forgotten bayou. I learned to walk on cypress knees. Mosquitoes tattooed flags on my flesh staking their claim for one insect empire or another. I was weaned on swamp water gumbo and fried things I cant name served over rice.
Tabasco flowed through my veins,
pumped by a zydeco heartbeat. I learned to dance, barefoot,
on a long dirt road that stretched between nowhere and nowhere with a girl named Anna, or was it Marie? Maybe it was both.
I learned life&
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Don't kill sharks -swim with them!
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NYARK...NYARK...
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my web - [link]
I either like to passionately inspire people or passionately piss them off...
I hope you like my future work.
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''I just spent twenty minutes looking for my paintbrush, before I remembered I left it in the bathroom. It was in the little toothbrush-holder cup thingy.''
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