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deviant conveniences (Free verse) by J.B. Manning

We had unprotected sex Knowing you’re infected Your cum-fungus blistered my flesh On contact Memories of you resonate in my mind Like water on windows Certainty fades like Daylight and looking back is easy…fore-site blinding Love is addictive and I’m broken I want to Tie your pubic hair in knots and hang you on your contemplation Every time You say goodbye.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 6-May-04/10:14 AM
That's because no one can define "consciousness" clearly. Yet you use it willy-nilly, blundering on with absolute certainty that "consciousness" and "spirituality" are the source of a poete's creativity. Not only do you have no evidence for that stance, your stance isn't even clearly defined - not even in your own mind. It is therefore the stance of a squatting dutchman, and you'll forgive me, I hope, if I bid you and your buttocks good day, lest I too become soiled beyond belief.

Good day.




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