Live fuckers.
Dance.


Wild Rhododendronsacross the sound we rode sipping hot coffee in silence on our way to clean air and deep green treesWild Rhododendrons
up a winding trail through the lush green all the time out of step pale pink blooms bursting in the brush scenting the misty air
two ended silence going home riding with forest air clinging to our clothes
polite thanks a peck a hug inches miles
i'd never seen wild rhododendrons before


love notebuntinglove note
the words to use for expressing how i feel i fear would wear out and become trite, so i dont use them too often, and I know it sounds like a cop-out, but baby, the only way to express what i feel would involve words like truth and heart and sky and moon and sea and stars and the depths of space and time, and I cant run the risk of wearing them out... but know this: when i say i love you, i mean it, i mean it utterly and say it without doubt or hesitation. It is true here and now and yesterday and the day before and tomorrow and 20 lightyears from here and anytime the weather
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"I don't like pam-cakes!!" --Hellboy, age 2.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Wank
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Wank
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I'm sick, and therefore not submitting. However, today I'm sending out a big hug to all the deviants whose personalities as well as art have given me a warm, fuzzy feeling. They are:
Hugs, hugs, hugs.
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You want it? you can have it.
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