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thekissingvirgin: blast off to freedom, no homework no worries baby cakes! Bright white sky, others find you sad but you look like a piece of paper to draw on. Tomorrow is the night, the night of reeling on the worlds pleasures.
thekissingvirgin: It hurts, it hurts, it all does. To suck acid down the starving throat from a glass full of numb forget. I wish I could I wish I could. He gleams, so bright with a promise that is not mine to have, rejection practically laughs at my hope. Drowning in poison to kill tomorrows sorrow.
thekissingvirgin: Panting for a weekend to splash around the audacious pleasures of lost jurisdiction from my father. I am promised a ride to the infinite and I oh so need the dangerous. The goal is to find a handsome unknown and dance till thoughts cannot reach me.
thekissingvirgin: I understand now. Sympathy rises like murky swamp wiped clean. Youth gulping the gallons in liquid waste, but the ache, the aching in our ten ton thoughts. Just to kill, to drown, to rid those agonies, they take the liquor bullet to the liver and party to the dark to stop trying and start lying.
thekissingvirgin: Jab numbers on the cell, screech across the highway, among the cheer and the whiskey, splattered on the floors like shining rubble.
chanlaboy: DANCE TILL U DROP
thekissingvirgin: An empty classroom invited me with the arm of an open door, I took my heels off and hid them in nearby bushes and began my soft socked saunter across the room checking if there were any teachers in the hallway. I had to run out five times. Finally, alone at last, I crawled hands and knees to make myself unknown in other connected classrooms. I was so close to my teachers desk but then two teachers approached with laughs about the disobedience of students. I hid against a cabinet and hoped they wouldn’t see me behind, knees to chest, face under arms.
thekissingvirgin: I thought that if I went to this circus of ringing hearts and chiming chants it would rid the, what seems to be one rather large suit of bruise, boring into me as a whole. It did, for a while. Like the lie of a temporary tattoo: lingering on the surface and promising an eternity in half of a name but staying so until I’m contained in the white tiled walls of a shower, it fades and piece by piece slips into and through the metal drain. 
thekissingvirgin: So the boys drank almost competitively, as if there was some unspoken tournament and a slender gilded trophy winking for them. My phobia of fellows only flares once intimacy is introduced, so I keep things brash and clear but I let my guard down around Stripes. I really hope he won’t care tender, I don’t like slapping those who care away with my neurosis. 
thekissingvirgin: Gave in to my lavender weakness, thumb punched the numbers and her cooling llulaby voice filters through. Mother goes primitive when she figures out I’ve spoken to her. I know she’s my kryptonite, Mothers verdant jealousy scowls at the bond. Slammed the car door while she continued her red eyed rant about my bad influence dolls. How they have given me this blue disease.