After Burning - Stirred to Ashed MemoryA Poem by Midsummer's PintMeasures of Dream - Be on One or Two? in reality or on dreaming.. To Cum True?
shitting
shitting shitting...
oh... it wasn't toiletseat that I was dreaming... Then were the hell I am... *looks around* Well it isn't wc, but sure it is dark in here... some shady pictures coming to one's mind... "It was that night when realized... it wasn't wc it was mother-in-law's closet in her bedroom.." How nice this can be... But how am i naked... and where is other'.. and where's the alcohol we were drinking at night... *gurgle sounds from bowel* it can't it can't..... Dream cum true... when those all surprises you, gushing yellow matter in front of those, making really noisey nasty sounds...of some deranged nature's beast of kind... To realize... whatta f**k was that dream... if the other one was dream to which i woke up... so is the reality or.... Life - The Frontier of Sudden Deaths... In person... At children's grandparent's... At home... - No good for anything to avail...- Blisters. © 2015 Midsummer's PintAuthor's Note
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Added on November 6, 2015 Last Updated on November 6, 2015 Tags: dream. dreaming. drinking. hell. AuthorMidsummer's PintManse, Pirkanmaa, FinlandAboutOn-off kinda writer.. fewer written stuff in engish but lately on that side have been fruitfull stuff going so i've inspired to do some.. like. kinda.. yeah.. more..Writing
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