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Red CottonI hold my finger to the flame, I hear the sizzle and pop as the flesh is burned,Red Cotton
The fat dripping…popping on the flame… I am as a child, watching the blood caramelize on the table below. Finally that bitch will have something to do… Clean my mess for once… Maybe when the cotton runs red…and the water runs rosen… Maybe then she'll look at my face and say I’m worth those tears, Red or clear, I'm worth them Am I truly worth those salt stained eyes? Or am I the sa
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- Andrew Greeley
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"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle."
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"We are born with two incurable diseases -- life, from which we die; and hope, which says maybe death isn’t the end."
- Andrew Greeley
--
"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle."
--
"We are born with two incurable diseases -- life, from which we die; and hope, which says maybe death isn’t the end."
- Andrew Greeley
--
"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle."
--
"We are born with two incurable diseases -- life, from which we die; and hope, which says maybe death isn’t the end."
- Andrew Greeley
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*After a slight pause*
OD: "By the way, I make erotic noises all the time, only they're so high pitched only dolphins can hear them."
KB:"...Good to know." XD
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