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Icecream Soul

Member since 2003 · Posted 15 Aug 2003 · 6 comments

The fluid of love; red, Slush pumping through veins, Shivers consuming body in whole, Harsh words getting colder, Freezing solidâ¦ Numbness all thatâs known. Circular container sits, Frozen delight left on the counter top, Inside my soul melting ice cream, Seeping from the edges, Indulge in gluttony, Crave the sweet taste, Consume whole before melted away.

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[8] DreamerSupreme 15-Aug-03/7:00 PM Reply

wheres the beef? milky ice cream drippin, looks like your masterbatin.

[n/a] LuckyJoe › DreamerSupreme 16-Aug-03/12:49 PM Reply

Like my masterbation? I surely hope you haven't seen what mine looks like...ewww *shuts all the blinds*

What would you suggest here? You're comment didn't tell me anything other than reading the poem put food on your mind... food and sex. Strawberries anyone? hehe

[6] horus8 15-Aug-03/7:03 PM Reply

neither here nor there.

[n/a] LuckyJoe › horus8 16-Aug-03/12:50 PM Reply

Where is here?
Where is there?
*walks around nodding head in confushion*

[6] INTRANSIT 15-Aug-03/8:36 PM Reply

good metaphor. needs chutzpah.

[n/a] LuckyJoe › INTRANSIT 16-Aug-03/12:47 PM Reply

How would you suggest I use more chutzpah inturn being more brazen giving it more presumptuousness? As soon as I do that I'm going to be spoon feeding the reader the metaphor am I not?
Suggestions would be great here... thanks :)