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A journal dedicated to the novel, The Lost Episodes of Beatie Scareli including musings from the incognito. |
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Who is John Galt?
Finally finished this. Thank You to the band: End of Science for a great tune and to the actors some of whom are pissed at me at the moment.
Posted in Anything else that Lambchop2 decides to post at the time, Ginnetta's du-doos Tagged: Ayn Rand, blood, chew nose off, crazy nurse, End of Science, Ginnetta Correli, hunting, John Galt, morality, Nurse Lucy, soldier, song, stalk, the fountainhead, war
Fuck Your Words by Rich Hillen Jr
I want to fuck your words. Never mind your body, your face, your personality. Never mind you. It’s your words I want.
Press myself against your words and have my way. Take your words. Kiss, lick, caress, fondle, molest and taste your words. Fuck your words. Bend your words over the chair and give it to them. Hard, fast, wet and deep inside your words.
Obsessed since I first read them I dream, eat, sleep, love and lust your words. Day and ni
Episode 17 Court Morning-Mourning
“You are so beautiful.” Mother says to me. My hair has been curled with sponge curlers. I wear the pink and white flowered dress Mother bought me. I also wear black Mary Janes. The shoes surround my white Bobby socks with white lace around them. Mother strokes my hair with a brush and drinks coffee.
“Don’t be afraid. The judge will be real sweet to you. I just hope I don’t see that girlfriend of your father’s. What’s her name?”
“Oh, you
‘Darling are you wet?’
she hides her face in my chest
unwilling to let go
for in our embrace
I have grown nearly hard
she presses against me
Minutes ago, as I sat on the bench
waiting for her arrival
I thought of the night
yet to be had
and promised myself
that I wouldn’t shag
As she approached
her hips they did sway
God, help me
back and forth, left
Thirteen-Squaretumbleweed
Posted in Anything else that Lambchop2 decides to post at the time Tagged: love, Squaretumbleweed, Thirteen
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