dude, where's my life?

	THINGS CHANGE AND SO DO PEOPLE. I go by Idaman. I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit. If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com main previous next archives pastlife
she said I said 2008-04-03 You could pass as a thug she said Except that your slugs are hugs that barely even pretend platonicity That word is not real I said But you are right In my hopesights you are the mark of maybes and mights I delight in the jasmine and cigarettes that brand your hair I have never dreamt of breasts she said but now my nightscape is possessed by wanton wonted shapes with crevices agape I rouse in arousal rattled by rapture and rage I blame you I am sorry I said Those shapes they escape my prison of your shrine The curious crevices were never meant to creep across the line between your passions and mine But they did she said Yes they did I said Night passed into dawn and nothing else was said
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