The human body had proven infinitely more playful than the dolphin’s, with its legs for twining, its arms for holding, its mouth for kissing, sucking, and licking. Plus, the entire package was wrapped in delectable layers of ticklish skin.

A post-war society, where people follow the governments every word and opinion like sheep, and creativity is shunned upon. Yet what events follow the uprising of the black sheep, started by two passionate teens? A tale of danger, love, and following your uttermost dreams to the depths of hell and back.

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I watch nature devastate itself with another layer of cruel nature; a sweet sense of desolation wells up within me as I survey the wasteland, and just before my sudden sadness tips me into despondency ...

A poem about the useless folly of suicide. Live strong and write on dearest friends and never forget life is what you make of it.

Someday late or soon an ascendant pre-noon sun will illumine a parched though grassy tomb-yard scattered with roses withered, withering or plastic, and moss-matted, acorn raining oaks,

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Can I tell you a story? Just don't tell anyone, ok. I mean, really I struggle to tell myself.

Alice is on the loose, not good...

Light, clarity, avocado ice cream in the morning. Eleison or satyr or something. Her body gives me eyegasms, her dulcimer eargasms, her oblivion is an onion etc.