she swallows space spiced with basil, rosemary and thyme...gingerly... delicate... decadent... the slumbered ascent from graceful prayers to lissome beckonings left unanswered.... questions slight... right... clouded figments fragment to flatter a dream mare's iniquities... lithe hallucinations weep stilled reality showering purgatory stakes seasoned by laughter/tears, volumed silence/muted din, first/last inspirations, i/she, me/we... she swallows infinite inceptions wanting to become whole....
E. Zora Knight
2005-10-26
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you and sarah make me sick....you ladies write such beautiful lines. it makes me want to put down my pen!
fiyah...just plan fiyah!
YOu shoulda heard her ass last NIGHT! MAAAAAN SHE WAS ON FIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAAAAHHH! Yeah baby, got thier tongues waggin so much they missed the lesson. That's my mentor ya'll!
i know it!! i know it!!
i wanna be just like 13 when i grow up....sheepishly smiling
It is a compliment to be respected by my PEERS... I hope I do for you what you do for me, keep me grounded, humble, and hungry to become a better artist and human being....
love..
thir13teen
EXQUISITE!!!
maybe i will get to hear her when i come down to Austin
ummm, i thought i posted here yesterday but it never registered, i know, i know, i need to move my blog, sorry, well you are that big dog that keeps us lil dogs out of the yard. your bark is vicious, wouldn't even contemplate the bite.
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