#stillfiguringout

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the eager fluid

i'm at the brim of my bottle should a gentle push come i will be knocked over flowing into acrid drains and into mystical seas i will slither across marbled tiles and meander linear labyrinths with my first foot forward to find my way to grimy holes and join a blend of waters. i will wake and find myself before the world at large and i will exalt in fluid joy at the vastness of the immaculate beauty commanded by cerulean seas and organically curated oceans this is a synthesis of salient existence a sight to truly behold a sigh that will fight to free itself from my yearning let me burn under the bridle of the sun and from tides that cradle i will leave in effervescence

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The meat lover

omg i can't like, stop, eating the bakkwa. with a piece in my hand and a pen in the other i relish this piece of ferocity with delight. there's no time for nibbling like rabbits do on carrots, no time for rounding lips or sucking like on spherical swirls on a stick, waiting for honey to drip down further rolling down the plains of gentle brown ridges softly into the gentle pink lush of your tongue. plus for god's sake forget everything else like tomorrow's run and your mother in the background as she plays merry-maker in the family farce. focus: only the meat matters now the meat that's warmly nestled down there, silently pleading for company. i reach out for a perfect square and envelope such saccharine sweetness with my tongue. double happiness, this is a harbinger of prosperity for my stomach.

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The sunshine girl speaks

I heard the strangest thing today! But you bet it hasn't ruined me. I heard that nobody likes the sunshine girl. The sunshine in me who bathes with a bucket of sunshine and eats Sunshine bread for breakfast. I heard this when my ears werent yet filled with seven shades of light/ lux/ luxury and I hadn't groomed my nose with hairs from pruned tails of pretty pink ponies. I was boldly black, naked and undressed, in what you call a draft version of works.

They said I was bland but I was grand I tell you. I had gotten a nice house with nice curtains and was about to go out for a nice run. It was planned that my eyes would sparkle my inhibitions would startle and burn by the bridle of the blazing sun. The niceness I was to experience would be comparable to any flight oh such delight to see the fairies dancing beneath the Northern Lights. What is wrong with the sunshine girl? They call me flat (though why not fat?) but really they haven't used their own means for imagination. They blame it on me but I'm really their creation I could have magnificent maids and sparkly possessions, we would play a game of take-and-not-tell if they wanted to.

It's not me who should take this fall, my character is not without garnish at all! Take me by my hand, give what the masses demand, what a bloody scam this is turning out to be.

But fret not because people are the people who makes mistakes and people complain and relax, it's all in good disdain. Nobody is in any place to judge without knowing everything or anything so much about anyone. Oh glittery gold what is told is never enough for anybody!