January 2012
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I was suddenly overcome with the urge to poop. It was a huge one at that. One of those fiery fucks that leave your butt hole singed. I put my left foot on the floor, pivoted in the other direction and pushed only to realize that my right foot had fallen completely asleep. My fate was sealed. Accepting the fact that i was about to dive, head first into the wall I tried pulling my arms up to protect...
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this is a very small extract from a novel i’m working on.
people come and people go. yes, it’s true. it might seem a bit dark but it’s not. it’s not as grim as it sounds because there are people -as scarce as they may be- that stick around. they might not be right there, right next to you every minute of every day, but they try to be. they’re the people that, even...
December 2011
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the tides will change. i promise you that.
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Our dreams await us as night falls but dawn always seems to come too quickly.
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bittersweet farewells lead me to dream of tomorrows that may never come.
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as the sun rose, i wrote a bit of prose, hoping that she would read it when she wept.
November 2011
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Ojala
Ojalá, te valla bien Ojalá, llegues lejos Ojalá, Tengas sueños Ojalá, los alcances todos Me acuerdo de los días tan oscuros Que no podía cerrar mis dos ojos. Esperando que mañana no llegaría Pero aun así seguía el día. Peleas de familia y rosas negras; Siempre discutiendo, sin respuestas. Hermana, madre, padre echando gritos. No queriendo oírlos, tapaba mis orejas, Sin querer ver miraba pa’...
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Sigh... Exhale.
I’m diggin’ the feelin’ I’m spillin’ whenever we chill. Clever and modest with humour, she’s honest. Smile that could rival the highlight in her eyes whenever the sun Rises. I’m lively.
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Untitled (11.11.11)
Lost somewhere between who I was & who want to be, I look around only to find that so far, all of my efforts have been in vain. I’m consumed by the truth & used by the lies. Beaten & bruised, foolishly swimming in the ooze of my pain.
I turn towards the mirror and stare at my scars, Appalled by the stains left from shame & disdain. I hate the way I’m caged in this...
October 2011
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Porn Stories (Pt.1)
“Ooh yeah baby. Want me to put that big fat…” Skip. “Mmm, yeah. Just like that. Just- like…” Skip. “Oh my god! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Yeah! Fuck!” Pause.
Rod Steale: “People think this porn shit’s easy. That it’s all fun and nuts but they’re wrong. Yeah, I get to cum on (and most likely inside) a couple dozen of the most lusted after women of this generation but at the end of the day… it’s...
September 2011
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Dirty Little Whores (Pt.1)
“Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the world’s most watched show in all of history. When we left you our contestants were just about to get into the final stages of the competition. THIS, is the last week that all four of them will be on this stage together. THIS, is their last chance at worldwide fame. THIS, is DIRTY-LITTLE-WHORES! “
“These bitches ain’t shit. Like, for real. I done went...
August 2011
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Ton Soupir
Ce court moment d’extase qui enveloppe ton corps,
Ces frissons insatiable qui naisse de ma langue.
Le parcours est parfois long mais ta bouche
Et ces cris aiguë qu’elle pousse quand tout prend fin…
Ce n’est que cela que je desire.
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Lazy Afternoons
Sweat running down his face he just pushed out the biggest load of crap he’d ever seen. Such a plump and juicy mesh with a dank stench that could make nostrils bleed from miles away. He was astonished no one had run away, or at least passed out when he let that one rip. He looked into her big brown eyes waiting for some sort of reaction: cocktail shower, slap to the face or maybe a modern...
July 2011
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Open Wounds
My fingernails trace up your thighs, your teeth sinking into my shoulder blade. A weep escapes your lips, barely parting. My hands grip your waist, lifting you off your feet as I toss you onto the bed, the sheets fluttering around you as your body lands.
While your legs are still up I grab hold of them, and let them rest above my hips. My arms dig into the bed finding there way beneath your bare...
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Dirty Spell
As you walk into the room I pull you by the waist. Your body against mine, our faces separated only by our breath. I lean in and kiss your cheek, my hands sliding down your back to your ass, fingers pressing against your skin. My lips find their way to yours as my arms reach down to lift you up.
Your legs wrapped around my waist I walk over to the wall that your back now lays on. My teeth pull...
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I want to see what lies beneath that smile of yours.
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"Losing My Mind"
I know this is nothing but a stepping stone
but every step I take, got me stressing ‘bout how I’ll make it home.
And if I make it, will they praise me or will they throw me stones?
Man, I can’t take it. Shit’s got me scared to grow.
Still working on this one.
June 2011
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"Wish You Were Here" extract
Their 7 inch heels Might make them seem taller But they cannot look above him ‘Cause they have to feed their daughters
Song is produced by Enfinity & will be on my upcoming EP entitled “Loose Leaf Therapy”.
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Dear Anna,(2)
As she trenched through the mud, heading towards the village her thoughts wandered to a time where she didn’t have much to worry about. Back then, the most trivial thing seemed to be a challenge, a mission.
There was once a bushwillow not too far from she stood now. She would climb it daily, attempting to reach the top. She was tired of the faires telling her what was coming from afar. She...
May 2011
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Bastards
It’s a cold road on the way to glory.
Everything and everyone goes against your bold goals.
Gold snatching, fame fiending bastards can’t keep up, choking asthmatics.
So they have to stop for air but little do they know.
That this is just merely the beginning, far from the end.
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Sans Titre 1
Danse avec moi & tiens moi fort.
Ne me laisse pas seul dans le noire.
Tu me souris et moi, je vis.
Alors,
Danse avec moi & tiens moi fort.
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Dear Anna,(1)
She stood alone. Feet covered in dirt, face etched with blood she remembered what this used to be.
Little lucy used to come hide in this prairie. Under that very same baobab over there, to her left. She didn’t like it when her aunt beat her, so she ran. She ran and hid. She could stay there for hours on end playing with the pixies. She had such a vivid imagination, she did. She named them...
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Hope
My finger still lingers in the air
As the wind blows against my fears.
Live on.