champagnethursdays asked: I love you more than anything. More than both primitive and discerned actions can relay. More than all the thoughts I have. More than all the feelings I display. I love you more than one could possible love anything. You mean more than the world to me.
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I want a kiss
I feel this tear in my skin and muscles that are pulling at my lungs, keeping them from breathing, because of you. I am left gasping, in need. It has always been more than a want, it is a necessity of life, our lives. We owe each other this. This taken from the pages of words never written are a testament to the life we shall bring, the hope we can dream and the future I have seen. Let the last...
In the Fall Mood now
Soon, we can sip pumpkin flavored everything, walk the October nights, enjoy the Halloween season, and have the memories that keep us going.
Keeping the breath alive in an exhale of patience
The waitress will stem thought for a story, not necessary a main character, but someone of interest, someone the reader will relate. She will not be graceful, sexy, seductive, or perfect in any sense. but it wont matter, because you will love her. and for that, she will be. you will see it in her, for your meals duration, how you long for your bill, so you can tip generously, and leave with a...
My design is my creation is I am God
We couple our creations together but it is my creation that makes me stand off from the trite norm that dwells in the confines of the generic and basic. When you all say it is somthing new, and never before accomplished, it is because I have truely created. You are nothing to me unless you Create. Make. Do. Try. Strive. Dream.
Eat the Truth
The end of days is a generic term, as the educated of the field of infinity know it is more like a goal, coming of a static end of all. Never listen to the lie, they all lie. Disobey them, they are your danger, they are all our danger. We battle the stars with rocks and hope to win. We can, if we use those rocks with the knowledge we gain. We use them to build cities, society’s, cultures,...
The Game of Smoke and Mirrors
Smoke it is the new God of the ages worshiped and drank like blood it is the body of the needed it is the statue of the wanted it leaves you always but leaves you breathless until the day you die amen
The orchestration of Art in time and space as a...
As a Center of the Arts, the city must be drawn into the realms of which it has never lived and allowed to breathe the same air we breath now. Its a curious situation in which the imaginations of the old young and in between are engaged together to create, to make, to design, all of things not in this world today. It is merely in our subconscious now, lingering there, to be let out. It is our...