Imposition -- a drunken ramble
[18+ plz k thx BEWBS]
Take a deep breath, you know what's coming.
I spread my arms to my side and feel every muscle stretch. I must be able to reach miles, reach other states with these arms.
I take a deep breath and fill a long worm within me with air. I feel it expand in push against my skin. Deep breath, and grow.
I roll my eyes to the back of my head, and I see into my thoughts. I look into my mind with eyes closed and I see a blank faced crowd staring back. They are blank without emotions, black without expressions, black without facial pieces. Smooth skin, toned forms, staring back without eyes.
But they are waving.
Hello, out there. Goodbye, stranger.
My eyes snap back and I breath again. Shake it off. Shake it off. Just relax.
And I do, starting at my head. I relax and my pores opens one by one in a wave. My hair falls out and tickled my back as it floats down carelessly. I can feel a ripple in my skin as I truly relax... all the way past my arms, past my chest, past the worm in my belly. I feel my fingernails fall off seamlessly, one by one. I feel nipples slide down my sides.
I relax in a powerful wave that hits the group and snaps back, exploding and breaking my ankles.
No pain.
With feet firmly planted, I begin to fall back on the supportless bridges that used to hold me up. No more. I fall and my back is tickled again by air, wind, sound, movement.
I smell salt. I hear birds.
Can you?
I think of reasons to enjoy a summer. I try to absently ignore the way my skin itches. If only I could shove it off.
When I finally hit the ground, I hear a sound like glass breaking. My outer shell cracks and I crash like a wave. Skin now water, water now earth, flowing over it all. Here I am, in my infinity.
I still smell salt, and in the distance, I hear birds.
I dont mean to impose, but I am the ocean.
and these are the drunken ramblings of your resident surrealist.
I wont remember this tomorrow.
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NO digital manipulation. No redrawing the same image and saying its yours. No changing the color and saying you did the whole damned thing. No live trace vectoring and claiming you are an art god.
Photographers are annoyed with the level of copying and raping of my images, and honestly, so am I.
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Lonely
Devious Comments
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"I'm an Equal Opportunity Ass kicker"
"Its My way or.... Hell its my way"
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Try saying this 3x fast :
Niwa no niwa ni wa, niwa no niwatori wa niwaka ni wani wo tabeta.
"In (Mr) Niwa's garden, two chickens suddenly ate a crocodile."
don't mind me...I'll sit here quietly and listen.
Pinkeye is lonely?. Not for long I'm sure.
ramble on pretty girl..ramble on..
I recognize some of your symptoms...my body melts too...I have nightmares..and miss days and days of time
Thoughts ricochet around inside one's head...bad thoughts...thoughts you can't stop.
Ok..I'll stop there..just wanted to say I read...I understand..
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-- Vivka
aka Vivid Suicide [18+ only]
MySpace
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I think I want it tattooed on me. I think of it way too often. Obviously.
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-- Vivka
aka Vivid Suicide [18+ only]
MySpace
VividHair
My name is Vivka, so if you would.
Aside from that, sit all you want, and Ill ramble in your ear as long as the vodka keeps coming. Im sure, Im sure.
Its interesting to see what you pulled from my writings.
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-- Vivka
aka Vivid Suicide [18+ only]
MySpace
VividHair
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John Doe 6
[link] HDR Club
[link] Urban Explorations Club
[link] Sky and Nature Club
xoxo
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-- Vivka
aka Vivid Suicide [18+ only]
MySpace
VividHair
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