I wade through the muckof your vocal excretionsanxious to mend the schism What species of humanare you, would fabricatesuch lies, impose such pain And what species am Ithat would tolerate it;strive for reparation? (Image my own)
There is comfortin old friendships,reminders of thingsforgotten, of misguidedadventures, and the follyof youth; and there is hopeinstilled by the passage of timeand the evidence that while lifechanges, some things endure, and;it is in the comfort of old friendshipsthat we find strength to believe in ourselves,and the will to penetrate lingering angst, andembrace the possibility of […]
It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Made me smile 🙂
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Oh good, lol.
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Yes Ma’am 🙂 🙂 Now your good work is done!! 🙂
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Phew!
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Hahahahaha, oh gosh–now you can have a lie down 🙂
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Good one V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Lol.
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👏👏
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Caption for Reena ….. by VJ Knutson
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That’s a great conclusion 🙂
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Lol.
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