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Monday, October 21, 2002
TRUTH
That bitch is going to kick my skinny ass 'cuz we both know I deserve it. Her reality blade rips open old wounds.There 'aint no jivin' the queen honeybees hive.
No thief can steal her heart with words. Her sword sheilds protection from my poison. I bit her, but my venom parallysed her only temporarily. I tripped on her curtails--
But that bumbobee's honey is the royal jelly; the kind of honey you'd steal from an average bear. Caught in a venus flytrap, words swallow me up. She's a tasty cup.
I better stand up and see what's exactly there. Words cast away like spells, and love that will always tell a wanderer their way home. Latenights, they are alone~
they're guessin' what the others expressin'--such interestin' clones. That fucking bitch leaves me tied-up while she undresses and second-guesses my motives~
Her truth addresses my questions, as if she could know them. With no points to score the sport becomes a bore. I am a wordless and rhymeless whore, who keeps coming back for more. I am a fly trapped in her web. Little did I know she could see inside my head. Here I am in her web left for dead. I am hungry for her bite.
Starving day and night. When she gets through with me, my insides will be sucked dry. A tasty little morsel whose fate is to hang here and die. A kamikaze flight
right into the center of attention. Calling for introspection. I escape inside of her mouth, and her belly becomes my new house. Wiggling & tingling, all warm inside of her.
posted by Milli
at 10/21/2002 01:52:00 AM
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