words

[Deviate]

mmm

tasty

grain!

[lapietra]

Wait

a

second -

[Deviate]

this

is

confetti!

[lapietra]

LACED

WITH

LSD!!!

[Deviate]

i

begin

transforming

[lapietra]

i

am

everything

[Deviate]

feathered

from

head

[lapietra]

to

tail.

Fur

[Deviate]

in

my

ears

[cosmo949]

finger

in

my

[lapietra]

belly

button

and

[Deviate]

large

crimson

wings

[cosmo949]

spread

wide

for

[Deviate]

flying.

i

change

[lapietra]

rapidly,

so

rapidly

[cosmo949]

the

illusion

shifts

[Deviate]

and

i

become

[cosmo949]

a

thunderstorm

raging

[lapietra]

a

white

feather

[cosmo949]

smooth

sea

glass

[lapietra]

sweet

spring

air

[cosmo949]

Will

I

wake

[Deviate]

to

find

permanent

[lapietra]

transformation?

I

believe

[Deviate]

i

will

keep

[lapietra]

what

is

useful

[Deviate]

, wings

third

arm,

[lapietra]

and

magic

navel

[Deviate]

and

this

pouch

[lapietra]

of

infinite

distractions

[Deviate]

i

particularly

like.

[lapietra]

Everything

else,

released

[Deviate]

to

plague

another

[lapietra]

lucky

unsuspecting

soul

[Deviate]

. For

now

I

[lapietra]

am

finally

satisfied

[Deviate]

with

the

new

[lapietra]

and

the

possible

[Deviate]

me.

i

dream

[lapietra]

this

dream

every

[Deviate]

night

since

changing

[cosmo949]

the

finite

into

[lapietra]

fragmented

points

of

[noxxville]

fragmentation.

Amidst

the

[lapietra]

middles

of

the

[cosmo949]

tunnels

of

love

[moel]

so

very

long

[cosmo949]

so

very

dark

[moel]

so

unavoidable.

This

[cosmo949]

paradox

draws

me

[moel]

in.

I,

haveing

[cosmo949]

lived

an

insular

[moel]

life,

now

find

[cosmo949]

I

need

more

[moel]

adamant

interaction

with

[cosmo949]

someone

equally

enamored

[lapietra]

I

won't

settle

[lafey]

for

the

way

[lapietra]

things

used

to

[moel]

be.

Back

when

[cosmo949]

answers

were

easier

[moel]

and

truth

was

[cosmo949]

my

best

friend

[moel]

. Those

thoughts

are

[cosmo949]

incredibly

self-indulgent

but

[moel]

create

a

very

[cosmo949]

real

portrait

of

[moel]

who

I

once

[cosmo949]

hoped

I'd

be

[noxxville]

. But

what

hope

[moel]

could

ever

have

[lapietra]

created

this

confusion?

[cosmo949]

Life

is

messy

[moel]

when

you

lack

[lapietra]

omnipotence.

Excessive

responsibility

[cosmo949]

doesn't

interest

me

[moel]

as

much

as

[cosmo949]

soft

core

porn

[moel]

. Damn

that's

funny

[cosmo949]

but

inherently

true

[moel]

to

my

nature

[cosmo949]

despite

my

protests

[moel]

no

matter

how

[cosmo949]

ridiculous

I

sound

[moel]

each

and

every

[cosmo949]

exposure

reveals

my

[moel]

latest

naked

thought

[lapietra]

to

you,

my

[noxxville]

sweet

potato.

Where

[cosmo949]

shall

we

go

[moel]

on

this

fine

[cosmo949]

flight

of

fancy

[lapietra]

today?

Take

me

[cosmo949]

that's

right

[nycwriters]

into

your

mind.

[lapietra]

Don't

discard

me

[moel]

so

quickly

by

[lapietra]

never

replying

to

[moel]

my

outward

cries

[lapietra]

I

never

disappoint

[laughingbuddha]

the

mating

call

[moel]

to

which

you

[lapietra]

are

so

committed

[moel]

. Listen,

hear

the

[lapietra]

sweet

music

of

[nycwriters]

youth

wasted,

and

[lapietra]

yet

somehow

not

[cosmo949]

without

great

joy

[moel]

for

years

to

[cosmo949]

round

off

edges

[moel]

that

otherwise

would

[cosmo949]

cut

too

deep

[laughingbuddha]

an

open

wound

[lapietra]

healed

over

gauze

[cosmo949]

I'm

ripped

open

[lapietra]

to

heal

again

[cosmo949]

but

I'm

so

[moel]

far

gone

that

[cosmo949]

I

barely

feel

[moel]

anything

new.

How

[laughingbuddha]

my

thought

process

[nycwriters]

render

me

impotent,

[moel]

helpless

against

any

[lapietra]

careless

playful

meddlings

[cosmo949]

You

make

me

[Hermione]

feel

like

a

[cosmo949]

soul

lost

between

[sweetmetlcup]

your

pierced

sense

[laughingbuddha]

of

conscious

fright

[sweetmetlcup]

, logic,

temporal

distortion

[nycwriters]

and

bland

realities.

[Cicatrice]

Why

would

you

[Giggles75]

leave

me

this

[sweetmetlcup]

stained

with

doubt

[moel]

and

soaked

in

[Zippy]

jealous

memories

of

[moel]

times

when

it

[sweetmetlcup]

was

achingly

familiar

[Deviate]

.

How

uncertain

is

[Cicatrice]

the

timing

of

[Hermione]

your

arrival

.

I

[ambo]

crave

clarity,

yet

[sweetmetlcup]

fluidly

sinking

into

[malina]

the

pasty,

comfortable

[Zippy]

,warmth

of

a

[sweetmetlcup]

sinister

spirit

speaking

[lapietra]

inane

platitudes.

Shrieking

[laughingbuddha]

out

it's

desire

[Cicatrice]

for

fresh

redemption

[sweetmetlcup]

and

urge

ascension

[laughingbuddha]

Like

never

before

[sweetmetlcup]

shards of depressed

[Hermione]

pieces

of

my

[lapietra]

useless

unfinished

puzzle

[Hermione]

are

falling

down

[Blugrrl]

down,
way
down

[lapietra]

slowly,

so

slowly

[malina]

, and

yet

another

[lapietra]

one

slices

through

[red]

cheese

like

Ginsu

[laughingbuddha]

not

ginsu,

Ginseng

[sweetmetlcup]

Such

a

trial

[sweetmetlcup]

summons

an

astonishing

[Gatsby]

save

thread

attempt

[noxxville]

may

prove

futile

[Gatsby]

considering

that

this

[Zaftig]

is

just

a

[Gatsby]

forgotten

thread

that

[daverbee]

fell
through
the

[trisherina]

cracks

of

caring.

[Hermione]

I

am

going