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Ursamare commented on the post, employees 6 months, 1 week ago
Slaves. Bludgeoned with the axe. A fist of iron another of steel. My dreams came in a packet of lucky strikes and the will to hold my daughter with hands untarnished. I work to feed and prosper. The old fella at the top, he smokes off my dreams.
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Ursamare commented on the post, arts 6 months, 1 week ago
Life.
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Ursamare commented on the post, dysfunctional 8 months, 1 week ago
Yes, you. The one with the big hair who parented me. You & this lousy dipshit clone society we relegate ourselves to, amid crunches of cheerios & forgotten dreams. Once upon a time there was a cave then someone […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, harness 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Here she was strapped in like a leopard. Her teeth gnashed and her fingers turned white at the ends from grasping the leather so tightly. Good thing she had crimson-coloured nail polish, Chanel “Fire” on. She knew […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, insect 1 year ago
Spindle legs like threads. You are not the sacred beetle, there is no mythic word for you, you do not roll the sun, you roll a mound of shit. You are, taxonomic creature. Truth is, to me you, are never an insect, […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, primitive 1 year ago
Ivory against bone bears the same density. Marrow is a crippling thing when considered the milky, brown essence of everything. Funny how they say we’re all made of stardust–simple–when all we are and ever were […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, tasting 1 year ago
Every little cell bubbled forward, raising an erect globular head to the sky beyond the cavern. “Yes, us please. Let it cool our head-tops, tingle our bottoms and let us be pretentious little taste buds lapping at […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, tasting 1 year ago
Every little cell bubbled forward, raising an erect globular head to the sky beyond the cavern. “Yes, us please”. Let it cool our head-tops, tingle our bottoms and let us be pretentious little taste buds lapping […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, sliver 1 year ago
Chard, glass, piece of self left on the “identity pile or puddle”. We call this a tribe but it forsakes its young too early. It doesn’t let us live enough. And I find myself snatching at meaning behind words via […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, balloons 1 year ago
Like gummy
gumdrops of the sky
they rise in my mind
lifting my heart
over my head
synthetic capture
of breath
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Ursamare commented on the post, poster 1 year ago
She looked and saw the spindly form of lanky legs and dropping breasts in the illustration. Bold streaks of purple, violet, indigo and electric shocks of neon green ripped through the page in streaks of colour – […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, chapped 1 year ago
Parched. A fella. May a new verb like some offshoot of, “He’s a jolly chap” becoming, “Damn. He got chapped”. Ah the fluctuations of you, Language! Do you know how much I adore you?
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Ursamare commented on the post, scorn 1 year ago
Oh shame. Shame on you, shame on me for having raised you to be this loose. Shame on physical indulgences you can’t control, the zest for life you must not have, the skirts you wear, too short, the platform wedges […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, entrée 1 year ago
Mmm. The delicious reminder was what it was. He knew food, he knew sensuality. Had he said any sad cliched thing about her being dessert she would have fled. But as it stood the classic lines were not in place […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, sound 1 year, 1 month ago
Om
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Ursamare commented on the post, slight 1 year, 1 month ago
She would not. She would not forgive him, it, whatever he though it might be, what she already knew, too well in the deepness of her pores, in the surface of her skin, cheeks that bled-blushed crimson. Half-rage, […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, sunglasses 1 year, 1 month ago
Shady the Dadie. That’s what they called him.
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Ursamare commented on the post, sunglasses 1 year, 1 month ago
So cool she wanted to smack right, hard and fast in one of those crisp cool no-foul move sorta hits that would leave his ear ringing, her hand smarting, and his pants pitched like a motherfucking tent.
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Ursamare commented on the post, earring 1 year, 1 month ago
Ah, the dingle, dangling jingle of those little silver cups like tiny fish against the sweet, soft curling ear. Ringlets fell, intertwined themselves and she tilted her head. “Oh, these” she said, “they’re […]
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Ursamare commented on the post, entice 1 year, 1 month ago
Ooh, longingly. That little silk ribbon against that soft delicate little shoulder and a rich curve below. All that was need awaited one sharp body gesture–towards her–he simply had to look.
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