Today I am grateful for:
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Rumors, delighting in humor,
Tragedy looming on the verges of speech.
Feet upon the stage, frantically making sounds of fury,
Signifying nothing when the lights come down for good.
Sighs, before the sun came up, painting paused,
For sucking and straddling and quiet cumming secretly backstage.
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Tagged acting, building, cleaning, feet, fellatio, fury, light, money, music, night, orgasm, painting, rumors, sex, sighs, sleep, sound, speech, stage, stretching, theater, tragedy
While Pray for Japan plays Pauline, who is frying, undoes her lumberjack shirt, revealing her red bra as she revels, the only girl dancing.
Too many dicks on the dancefloor during a love-song,
The girls sitting it out on stools,
Or are off in a corner getting memorialized by a photographer with all the trimmings, a flash on his camera, two umbrella’d cans rebounding the light about.
At the bar, another photographer places his triachnid tripod on the top and photographs Melissa, the bartender, as she takes his order;
A collector, unabashed until he sees me staring:
His face turns red and he doesn’t make eye contact again, embarrassed at being made, unaware I’ve been doing in a different medium the same.
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Tagged beauty bar, bra, cigarettes, dancing, drinks, embarrassment, facial hair, food, music, photography, poetry, sound, technology