mustachia wanted me 2 flirt wit her so i did one nice thing

[big baby]

puncturing flows of buttery colors, exposed in
post and pre nuptial showmanship. Function control
amusing instrumental. effusive, ode to hold this angel to a centerpiece
basil, with cloves, of energy that exposed a masterful synergy
a weeded rustled drone, that tumblerode a the quietest depiction of the color blue on a petal
succulent. moss grows on my archers boot and a straw of my grass clenched by my jawbones
a flux of rusty trombones that exude music through it's metal
I've heard poetry spoken in crux, bolded by a bellowing, bolstering
Underlined by a snake in the grass, it's so mellow. Just hold me
Boisterous. soaked in droves of this sorceress satin
She spoke in a language obscurely molded in spanish
her lips curved, Sagittarius furor. Sandals & codeworded for passion
prescription for cures and an ailment aimed with her astrologers arrow
a hollow barrow, and a node i focused on with a ridiculously pure heart
Fluent in affluency, forehead kiss, and a bewitching allure
Potion and magic, with an inflection of sultry enchantment
I've met a beautiful queen that I spoke to in Latin
Aztec rituals, led to a madmans' mystical matchmaker
with slurps of a spiritual flask, drank from a vase of snapdragon
curvy dress with cottony ripples at slightly past bony knees
impervious to the dogma your thighs created. your souls a speech
red in loud voice, in a cabin with a fireplace, abrupt.
where the fire grows irate every time your feminine tone erupts
sensuous, cold, the scent is insane. I could hear your perfume luring me with incendiary handcuffs
had enough with the tempestuous cuckold.
where a icecold gloved gauntlet haunts your light toned marked garments
misses maestro lust. larva finds a crawlspace where it bugs my lifes' oak carcass
i tithed to our religious cult-like chemistry
where memories like centipedes held life in its arms
so magnificent, mount me to a crucifix, slow
and show me the coloration of the sounds that i used to know
Portuguese picture-esqe beauty
whisking along with curly-haired brunette insouciance
where a degree of our separation, detonated my inner vignette of vesuvius

[NYCSPITZ]

7.05/10

[Wise Wiggles]

lol, don't know how I missed this. insane read and I don't really know what to say about it. It's just kind of hard to actually process all the shit that you fit into these little nonchalant pieces, you just seemingly crap out like nothing. Everything is just really intense. Your wording. The image you give readers and just the raw portrayal of your subject matter. It's all very relatable and in your face, so to speak, simultaneously. The complexity is also damn near second to none in a lot of ways. top 5 ded or livin. laterz.

[UnbornBuddha]

Excellent piece, a nice weaving of essential storytelling elements, with a good descriptive progression, and attention to the subject, and object. Although, from the technical standpoint I find no folly, from the reader's vantage point sometimes it is easy to get lost in the barrage of finer details. Not that it's too much, but it seems like you get disorientated in the process of qualifying the essence, in others words sometimes the portrait's message gets shrouded because of overloading the mainframe with too much color.
While, I realize metaphors & extended metaphors and other emblematic devices are there to add depth and richness, sometimes like a soup that has become overburdened with too much flavor, it becomes a bit distasteful to consume the original essence of what you were going for. The activity of reading can be argued to be the reader trying to become one with the writer's mind as he wrote it. At least that is the inspiration a reader strives to achieve because reading comprehension is more than just understanding a piece after reading it. It is about deciphering the very mind of he that thought the concoction of verbiage in the first place. What's more, it can then be said that it's also about the reader not just understanding the writer, but also understanding himself more.
After all, that is what a great writer does he connects with others, and in a way teaches others, even if the writer is not the best teacher. The writer becomes a great teacher through allowing this process to take place in the reader himself. Reading entails learning, and while there is ordinary learning and Great learning, it can be said nevertheless that both learnings bestow upon knowledge that chisels away at what the reader knows, and think he knows, so they can actually then understand the breaking down of knowing, as well as its accruement. This is then entailing the reader getting to realize knowing itself in all its facets, if that makes sense.

Anyways, thank you for the opportunity of reading your piece. As always be in peace, and in health.

[big baby]

Originally Posted by UnbornBuddha

Excellent piece, a nice weaving of essential storytelling elements, with a good descriptive progression, and attention to the subject, and object. Although, from the technical standpoint I find no folly, from the reader's vantage point sometimes it is easy to get lost in the barrage of finer details. Not that it's too much, but it seems like you get disorientated in the process of qualifying the essence, in others words sometimes the portrait's message gets shrouded because of overloading the mainframe with too much color.
While, I realize metaphors & extended metaphors and other emblematic devices are there to add depth and richness, sometimes like a soup that has become overburdened with too much flavor, it becomes a bit distasteful to consume the original essence of what you were going for. The activity of reading can be argued to be the reader trying to become one with the writer's mind as he wrote it. At least that is the inspiration a reader strives to achieve because reading comprehension is more than just understanding a piece after reading it. It is about deciphering the very mind of he that thought the concoction of verbiage in the first place. What's more, it can then be said that it's also about the reader not just understanding the writer, but also understanding himself more.
After all, that is what a great writer does he connects with others, and in a way teaches others, even if the writer is not the best teacher. The writer becomes a great teacher through allowing this process to take place in the reader himself. Reading entails learning, and while there is ordinary learning and Great learning, it can be said nevertheless that both learnings bestow upon knowledge that chisels away at what the reader knows, and think he knows, so they can actually then understand the breaking down of knowing, as well as its accruement. This is then entailing the reader getting to realize knowing itself in all its facets, if that makes sense.

Anyways, thank you for the opportunity of reading your piece. As always be in peace, and in health.

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