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Post by thefleetsin on Feb 15, 2018 18:43:16 GMT
the wicked witch of the west
perception is everything.
i often stop to think, between the amazement and the bouts of beauty and its glory pouts, just how do you perceive me? what kind of creature you make me out to be?
for you can't get any more self-conscious than a writer who: walks the line between sincere compliment and balls-out flattery. unless you are lucky enough to see through the crystal that sits in front of me.
so to set the record straight. leave nothing out to over-compensate. i had to spell this out for clarity's sake.
i'm not just some flying monkey, who swoops down grabbing each and every banana hung out to lunch from some guys tree.
i'm the mother fücking wicked witch of the west! and i'm circling over kansas, rubbing my timberlands together, waiting for the sparks to fly, off the ruby slippers buried deep inside your chest!!!
sjw 08/31/10 inspired at this very moment in time by dorian.
from the 'beauty series' of poems
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