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Infatuation?I only wish that I'll be able to destroy your pedestal,So that I may glance at your statue,Both my feet firmly standing on this soil...That I may meet you face to face,See right into your eyesAnd grasp my hand around your shielded heart.For only then will I truly know,If I am, if I was, if I will be...Friend, enemy or merely a ghost.
Mighty Kung Fu Techniques......to Catch your Muse.I guess everyone has problem with those bitches we call muses. Not the real people but the creative force behind it all which is what I denominate: THE Muse.You see, my Muse is somewhat a bitch. Expectable, since I can be quite bitchy myself at times. Like her victim (a.k.a. ME) she is also a bit of a teaser. She's also quite spirited and chaotic, depressed at times and lovely in the night. Sometimes she becomes a he too- but I have yet to see her come as a drag king; I'm yet to see him come as a drag queen. I wouldn't be surprised if my ever-changing, unreliable, flaky, snotty nosed, (I will compliment her later, but not yet - let's focus on defects to see if she changes her ways), deceiving, vixen of a girl, elitist, high maintenance, attention-getter-bitch does come in drag as another one of her hello-good bye-muse-style disappearing acts.I've resolved to be cruel. Sometimes cruelty and crudeness
On WinterI have always been fascinated by winter because I don't know it. I've never touched the snow, and you could say that I really can't say I know what being cold is. Beyond the frost in the fridge or the bump I once got in my head when that little cloud (one of those, the "funny"-type) decided that it would be amusing to throw some hail on my skull. At least I can say I know what ice is....Ice hurts; especially during the Cold Wars, at parties- in this case, a birthday party. It was good that small pools of water formed afterwards and that these also evaporated- therefore the host didn't have to sweep away all the remains from the Domestic Civil War. Of course, she still ended up mad as a rabid dog whose raw ass had been sprayed with alcohol, getting all flared up and red like a tomato to the point in which it seemed she was fuming from her navel…but that is another tale altogether.I don't understand what it is about snow in pictures that attracts me so! It's imply frozen rain right? Wh