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still as finland (for daisyrouge)
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- she has a hard-on
- we wrestle on the ground
- and
- everybody wins.
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- when i think of her
- and when i kiss her
- in my mindscape
- "wassail" i wish and i whisper
- Miss Her.
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- she, good cherry pie sweet
- daffodil delicious and maybe
- my overlooking some sour
- 'cause life is hard
- and i fell over and into.
- she was sweet to me.
- that's a dopey thing to be grateful for.
- one should expect this.
- but...
- i'm kind of dopey.
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- and always amazed when the wonder of me
- is sampled. tasted.
- rather than run over. or
- skipped through.
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- everybody knows how this thing ends,
- so it's nice when you brush by a chapter, or two,
- no matter how dog-eared or
- discolored the paper
- might be.
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- and i'm still waiting for her letter.
- she's like a glitter punk--not gutter.
- flitting into this thing and that thing,
- this guy rescues her, then that girl--
- i wanted to be her rest stop, though, this time.
- 'cause, see. . .
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- she was mine.
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why do lipstick cases look like bullets
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- why do lipstick cases look like bullets
- do girls shoot boys with their lips?
- wrestle with their tongues?
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- that's why the heart beats faster
- 'cause it's scary.
- that's it--you're in shock.
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- why do lipstick cases look like bullets
- and why would i take you hostage on
- valentine's day?
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- or my birthday?
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- remember when makeup used to be poisonous?
- who's to say it isn't still
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- this would be the way i'd want to go
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- beauty is in the Eve of the beholder
- just like her,
- i'll start it over,
- here in my pink palace
- all aglow and honey tasting
- ylang-ylang wafts through shades of sunshine
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- why do lipstick cases look like bullets
- stand still, then.
- right there, yes.
- baby, come.
- and be my target.
- i can turn you pink.
- rouge-peach.
- purple.
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- 404 not found
- (in memoriam for That Crush Guy, and That High School "Friend"
Girl)
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- we've spent our whole lives seeing red
- we're trying to rub each other out
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- spent our whole lives sexed
- in the way that TV tells us to be sexed
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- i was trying to break through to your spirit
- i was trying to pretend i was uma thurman
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- best friend and coolest girl ever
- (i can be that when you close your eyes--
- effete, even.)
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- trying to be a bettie page for you
- 'stead of a dorothy dandridge,
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- for me.
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beauty. eve. behold her: halo head and devil tail
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- sometimes i think you're a moviestar and i'm
- the last starfucker on earth.
- "roll over, sweetheart," you command me. "help me wash off my
wings."
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- i came, i saw, i called you,
- now you're tucked inside
- the chicago of my heart.
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- let's not pretend, girl.
- i'm all hum and little ho. . .
- wasn't sparkle enough for your staying.
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- come back, let's dance around the "something's got to give" set
- with marylin monroe.
- let's steal porno mags from the nether regions of the library
- and giggle through the less-than-true-to-life
- sextales.
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- i'm crazy.
- i follow the laws of moon.
- crazy.
- no one ever knows what to do with me,
- and i never know where to put my hands.
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12.07.06: Scarlet Letters -- in case it isn't glaringly obvious -- is currently
on an extended hiatus. The web has changed, we've changed, and
we're trying to figure out how we both fit together now, which isn't a process we want to rush.
In the meantime, by all means, enjoy our years of past content,
all of which still remain in the public and subscription areas.
If you're looking for more current SL-related content, you can
have check out upcoming books from editor Heather Corinna and previous co-editor Hanne Blank, check out Heather's current sexuality sites, or explore sites through the femmerotic network. We hope to be back with you soon, as fresh, challenging and
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