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| Bread ( a prose poem) | David Copperfield | valeries calories | In my room... | My Brother's orange tongue | Boredom | I spied a spider | Well spoiled.. | Hmm.. | I enjoy puting a pencil into my head | |
In my room real late out night when its dark and im out of sight my finger starts to wonder into this cave of mine and while it is in there it acts as a courageous lion it wiggles in and out as if it had a job to do it does this in sercet never in front of you I go faster and faster as it starts to bleed getting messy and all over me for some odd reason i dont wanna quit so i keep on going til im done w/ it i wish i could use another finger to help me out this thing is about to make me scream and shout it feels good but hurts in its own little way since i haven't been able to do this all freaken day as im about done my feet shiver and i have a tingling in my toes i finnaly got this booger out of my nose. |