hollow halls, echo absence
like empty picture frames
Re-INtroDuceD - Re-IntroSpectIoN - Re-VoluTe
Thank you for visiting again' love what you've done with your hair! This is my Jouska.
"I am a flawsome, technophile, pistanthrophobic, libertarian, coryphee, ambivert, individualist.
(My Psychiatric accounts are insane!)
I have size B man boobs; I eat lots of KFC in my endeavor to achieve size C. I am widely opinionated on liberty, religion and spirituality, hence accused of being "open minded". The problem with an open mind? There is always someone trying to fill it!
I come from South Africa! This means I have mastered NONE of the eleven official languages which has taken years, to achieve!
I once wanted to be a Master, that sucked. So I became a submissive, that sucked.
It turns out the most successful effort is pan-sexual, polyamorous & not suck at all.
I have two children. Both girls who live in co-habitation with their mother, they are my entire being and purpose. I spend my life finding unique ways to install the positive into their C - drives.
If you ask to work on words with me. Be sure that you can deal with a slashing in what could be. I only assist those who don't take it personally. If you not going to work the piece yourself ie. Actually edit it and make it better. Then don't freeking ask! I'm not working my ass off on your poem, if you don't give enough of a fuck about it anyway. No critiques are ever personal. That said. If you rip my work to pieces I'll be utterly grateful. Thank you!
These poems are for DUP...
When poetry drops on white pages like thunderous dark clouded drops of sixty-per-cent acid.
in a movement
Where freedom of speech
just a tag-line
but a lifestyle
I know I am safe
I just quietly read
in a place
on to parchment
Words come alive
while candles float
of open minds
set spirits free
I L<3ve, Just L<3ve Metaphores! Metaphores ROCK BABY!
I can't find the poem I wrote about you anywhere; but one day I will write you a new one, please don't cry!
Would you be an absolute darling and read a book called "The Road To Mars" by Eric Idle. Consider it a uncharitable cause...
Thank you ever so much for the kindness!
Blue Skies @You
Did I mention I'm in Love?
"when you see a hoodie; know they have something to hide"
Hook slept on deck, while the hands lifted the sail and took the ship to the sunset, one cold Friday morning.
Manipulating the choices of children, hurt only your future self!
P.S. Haha! I love this profile page, I get to just troll myself, here!