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Scarlet Women

She sat down confidently her lips painted scarlet red. She pressed them to the surface of her pink blush wine glass.
She giggled and agreed with everything you said. Her intentions not very questionable you already knew what was in her head.
She sat just right for a sneak peak below. Her breasts toppled out of her tight matching scarlet red dress.
Her heels made her taller
than you would ever be. Every time she talked her hand would be on your knee.
She said her name was Bambie like anyone would name their child t

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Scarlet WomenShe sat down confidently her lips painted scarlet red. She pressed them to the surface of her pink blush wine glass.
She giggled and agreed with everything you said. Her intentions not very questionable you already knew what was in her head.
She sat just right for a sneak peak below. Her breasts toppled out of her tight matching scarlet red dress.
Her heels made her taller
than you would ever be. Every time she talked her hand would be on your knee.
She said her name was Bambie like anyone would name their child t Scarlet Women
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Bomb For PeaceWar is the new peace. Instead of conflict resolution,
we're resulting in conflict.
Get mad, drop a bomb, kill a few thousand, drop a bomb, have a temper tantrum, blame it on the Middle East.
As children, we'd use a magnifying glass to burn ants to suffice this urge.
But power in the hands of the hungry, well, they'll have more than second helpings.
If there is enough money to drag on a war, why is there not enough money to feed the hungry? To heal the sick and uninsured? To create better jobs, or fuel economy?
Be Bomb For Peace
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Rip it off slowly.What do you say to wasted space who's expressionless face was easily replaced?
How do you hear past echoed tears from which confirmed fears lasted years and years? Where is the trace to solve this case of two hearts in a race with no common grace?
The finish line came into view
without a clue of what to do when I became a past-tense to you.
Regrets were masks we did not show in fear that they'd intend to grow we easily just let them go beneath our feet in the fire below.
Nothing is worth the pain or sorrow or wond Rip it off slowly.
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Move To Trash

Thu Oct 16, 2008, 10:25 AM

As almost always I've once again took several weeks to write a short story and I ended up hating it. It ended up not going in the direction I wanted it to and the plot ended up meaningless. God dammit, I hate when that happens. So I'm going to be working on a new project. It's going to be an artsy either photography or video type thing. I don't even know if I can post videos on here or not, but we'll see what happens.

In the mean time, I need some topics. Somebody give me topics to free style write on. Please comment ASAP!

Thanks,

xoxo The writers-blocked babe.

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