Hollow

27Oct07

Your words won’t move me, anymore. I’m well-aware just how well-used those words that come so easily to you are. Re-used, re-served, re-heated, re-messaged, re-repeated words of desire, do anything but whet mine, now. Words like yours need a prophylactic, because fuck knows where they had been before they landed on my ear, and does this world really need any more empty, insincere words, released into fertile minds where they only beget amatory sleepless night’s and compel hearts to explode?


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  1. 1 amuirin on October 28, 2007 said:

    Nope.

    But the world could use more heart-felt, exquisitely crafted words like yours.

  2. 2 Corina on October 28, 2007 said:

    I agree. Very well written. Strong. Powerful.

  3. 3 LazyBuddhist on October 30, 2007 said:

    “Words like yours need a prophylactic, because fuck knows where they had been before they landed on my ear”

    Love it! I need to incorporate that phrase into a conversation somehow.

    Hope you are doing well.

  4. 4 mad on October 30, 2007 said:

    Friggin snake. We might still be in the Garden of Eden.

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