blame the tele. |
3-22-07The lecture of mispronounced words alluded to the privileges invited by her soft lips and supple cheek skin. i remember the show of models responsible for manipulating my view today, suddenly i... Posted by Clarilla on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 03:42:00 PST |
hedenism |
she spoke punctures.upon this realization, she pretended not to seeand let her tongue flow and itch the rash with a grin of victory and entertained exclamation.maybe her mother refused her the breast,... Posted by Clarilla on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 03:21:00 PST |
getting burned |
i used the cream for two days straight and when the pimple had finally lost it's will to fight, it split open like darth vader's egg.now i have a burn.it hurts and my face is red.jaiden is breast milk... Posted by Clarilla on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 05:23:00 PST |
simply complex |
the Victor no sabia, ni queria saberif knowing meant being subject to scrutiny.Correction was feared,nuevo skirted around.But i knew there was an interesa intrinsica or else he would be home.i asked h... Posted by Clarilla on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 03:14:00 PST |
quitters |
well, really, why not?determination is a saint but tenacity is gravity, pulling down to places we know too well already.One said, "quit while you're ahead."i saw him proved wrong, grossly incoming, an... Posted by Clarilla on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 10:37:00 PST |
lost |
i just lost the poem of my life. Posted by Clarilla on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 10:03:00 PST |
beauty with two broken legs |
i stopped he wimpered along a foot of tarred earth.the hind two crippled by carwere heavy.he gasped.pantpanthe paused.blinking is personal and i felt him beg meto crush the unbroken bits of himto swel... Posted by Clarilla on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 06:42:00 PST |
chances are... |
I'm trying so hard to force the academic thing. It's eating me up and I don't think I taste very good because it keeps swishing me around in the mouth and wont grind me up all the way so I'm stuck suf... Posted by Clarilla on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 07:27:00 PST |
Spizzain |
I find myself being followed by that plague that is americanism. it pops out of me like pimples on prom night. somehow i feel so part of the u.s. that i find myself accidentally thinking im there....h... Posted by Clarilla on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 05:18:00 PST |
Vanessa the godess- or something |
I met her one day in an open way and she smiled a little but we both were nerves and small together. She found me again and I swallowed to encounter the magic she knew in me, w... Posted by Clarilla on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 01:37:00 PST |