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Author: SlanderousLust
ASL Info:    21/Q/Four inches from you
Elite Ratio:    5.15 - 89 /137 /74
Words: 229
Class/Type: Misc /Satire
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Warning: graphic content, I've written words like cock and bitch, along with fuck. . so. . reader digression is advised


Uh oh. . .



We crossed paths, so to speak.
So Yes, my dear, we fucked,
On several occasions to be precise.

What do you know about sex that I didn't teach you?
Nothing, my dearest.
I was your fucking muse, literally.

In reality you were a terrible lay, always calling late.
Bringing up my faults, leaving the door open, and most of all telling me how much you know about my body.

Well here's a bit of fucking news for you, I sleep at night, yes that's right, so don't fucking call when the lights are out at my place.

I know my faults, I know them well, so don't go judging me for what I have done when what makes you a whore is what you -haven't- done.

And shut the fucking door for once in your fucking life, what am I? a Library that you can take information from and hand it back later, abused and exploited?

But what pisses me off the most is how you claimed to be so intimate with me, just because I taught you about life and love it doesn't mean you know anything about my physiological design, I'm not unique but I'm not the original flavor either. So don't go ordering another 'Christopher' at the club because I doubt you'll find one in this lifetime, love.




Submitted on 2007-11-28 03:29:18     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  this ties in with the slept with a thousand would be bridesmaids journal you have...

the only part that set alarm bells off for me was the close the damn door part. while it was in a different context it reminded me too much of that song... umm... panic at the disco? i write sins not tragedys? im pretty sure the refrain of that song was havent you ppl ever heard of closing a god damn door...


but i think pieces like this one are important.
an opportunity to explore, defy and explain your part of a relationship.
its interesting how people think they own other people because they know something or think they share something with them that no one else has or ever will.
and the words and slander [which is quite interesting that your name be slanderous lust while i am thinking about this piece] that come AFTER the event... after things have finished and are over and the words come out to say "you never really meant that much to me" well... everyone needs a chance to defend themselves.

and i like this defence.
it is raw and honest
im glad i am not her.


did you see the way this piece started almost poem like and gradually progressed to paragraphs? i thought that was interesting. as if you started off trying to be articulate and pretty but by the end you were just like damn it... you need to hear this sweetheart.

yeah.
interesting expression.
| Posted on 2007-11-29 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]


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