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gwyllynne( .fallen again and again) no, seriously...I DO mean it....

if you can tell me whatever happened to the golden ball....then....then...I will be yours forever......call it a promise....call it a curse.....but whatever happened to the golden ball?

there were once whispers of a cold attic and dusty clown suits......hints of possibly the bottom of that pond.....nudges in the general direction of those giggling sounds.....

it eludes me......a knowledge that was once had.....

and adamantly I proclaim that the nymphs are not dead.....pan still dances....don't you hear those pipes?....

the mirror does have implications....ripples...

and yet.....just out of reach....maybe...just maybe.....hmmm.... if I turn this way......and stand on one foot....oh, and must hold the tongue in the right way....oh, oh, and pat my head....no....no...none of that will do

where is that illusive golden ball?

has it been mangled?....transformed....dissappeared??
...NO!...where is the golden ball?

tendrils...caressing
fire.....dancing
fever....burning
water....washing

the stomping of feet in the dust....the gasp of a long held breath....the breath of decay, rot, that sweet sweet peach you bite into , just before realizing it has spoiled.......the dripping of sweat down the spine....hips swaying....shoulders rolling...slowly...slowly...

exotic spices....exotic eyes.... exotic touches.... give me more....more....to roll in it....to drown in...more

rough fingertip tracings

rough tongues lapping at thighs ...lapping at altars....tasting....teasing...tasting

rough thoughts

rough spirits

gentle breezes...lullaby

blessing?....curse?.....salvation?...damnation?

tumbling....tumbling....falling....and oh yes, I fell...and fell ....and fell.....

the worlds are leaking again...dripping....oozzzzzinnggg.....with gooooey...

drink...drink deep....never....ever....thirst...

savor

savor

and whatever happened to that golden ball? oh you wondrous thing.....you shiny thing...you warm...and glowing...thing...

the keeper of secrets....

the golden ball...golden...golden...ball .....honey...to feed this hungry...hungry....bee....buzzzzzzz
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misstree the last place you look. 031126
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REAListic optimIST it sneaks up on you.
as soon as you stop looking, or stop feeling the need for it, it pops up. it is such a wily beast! it can not be tamed, but it can be charmed like a snake.
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