In Praise of Self-Disapproval

Oct 04 2014 Published by under Abstraction,Experimental Writing,individualism

The wounded self develops a scab. I want to pick it to pieces.

He sent her a get-fit card. You make my gorge rise.

You may mock me. I’m incurably cold-hearted.

The self improves by sometimes calling out.

You’ll never be ready with all this dressing up.

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Get a Rise out of You

Jul 22 2014 Published by under Idiom,Photowork,Sexual Media

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