My chorus line outfit went away, though. That was sad.


Underneath the swinging trees we lie limply in the cool of shade, and of the simple breeze.by =mngamojemo
It seems that time has not been cruel. I am still possessed of quiet lust as we lie limply in the cool.
Some had said the years would turn me dust. But, despite the aching in my flesh I am still possessed of quiet lust.
Our trembling bodies smoothly intermesh. My eyes decay but pleasure twists them still, despite the aching in my flesh.
No grandchildren run across the hill. We are stretch alone, as in our youth of old. My eyes decay, but plea


Razorback RomanceI hurl the dirt as rooting boar and know that I am drawing near-- my armoured skin casts off each briar that you set. On every vine they prickle up like porcupines. It's fine, because my clefted feet are not afraid of horned root.Razorback Romance
I shuffle and I dig.
I snort, for I am hog. I'll find you out, for you are hag who hides down in the bog. Your claws are dumb, your tusks are deaf, it is good that I, last time, left. It is good that I stand between you and the earth, and dig you up. It is good that you slash my poor sore fee
Invention

The OwlThe owl is a creature that flies without sound but sits on a bough, and it howls. The ghost in the graveyard's a moaning white owl, haunting the meadow for mice. The mouse has been killed by a shrew. The shrew is untameable, hectic and small, wit h a mouth full of poison and pelt that would not dress a doll.The Owl
The doll must go naked, and missing a leg, which was stolen since children are pure. The child
whacks the doll on the headboard,
then flings her aside, and pounds off to hoot at the owl.


OrangePeel me. Oh yes, strip me. Let me squirt into your eye, I hope it stings.Orange
Rip me. Turn me into crescents, rip me. You'd think that I was meant for this, my segments split so easy.
Milk me, juice me, press me. Ignore the little shrimpy legs. I am delicious, sunlit. Taste me.
Cut my peels until I look like fangs. Bring me out of Spain and clone me. Make California mine and then disown me. Sell me from Canada like Canada has grown me.
Peel me, rip me, milk me, cut me and regret me. I am Orange.


PredationHe stands alarmed, and shows a fang (my presence must have struck him wrong) that doesn't have my bullet's sting.Predation
I knew him well, and killed him neat. His rich blood sinks into the loam,
and for a year, I'll have bear's meat. I take the carcass home
to bleed, and slice, and hoard, and tan the fur brown as my beard. The moaning wind cries weird
and loony through the trees: don't listen,
it's only yearning for the vacant sky. I take my knife, skin and unfasten the flesh. It's better to kill than buy.
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I am now required to create IT porn. And oompa loompa porn.
Might as well combine the two.
Oh God, what am I about to create?
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"*i'd just like to punch him in the face
*about 4 times
*i swift jab to straight to hook to overhand
*then use the blood i beat out his face for something obscene like lube for his sister."
-Caz
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Pretentious? Moi?
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Pretentious? Moi?
If so, maybe you'll enjoy this: [link]
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Run like Hell, Feel in heaven
Fly to the sky with no wings
Ętre et durer
'Velocigina' made me laugh, though.
And that Pokemon fanfic... why the hell did I click the link and read it? That's seriously one of most fucked up things I've ever seen in my entire life.
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...with ten sperm whales.
~doukutsu (Cave Story club.)
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Oh, and the bad Fan-fiction get's updated from time to time, if you ever wanna check again
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Run like Hell, Feel in heaven
Fly to the sky with no wings
Ętre et durer
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...with ten sperm whales.
~doukutsu (Cave Story club.)
FAQ #8: What are violations of the deviantART copyright policy?
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