Choco Phudge, Baby Hood! Really?
Who wants to go to the Czech Republic for peanuts? $5 only! Baby, does it mean I´m nuts for your ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 5 dollars? Really? Like really really really? OMG! I love you, PERIOD!
This is how joy-crazed stars weep into the sea, purifying the stale air. Love makes lotuses always embraced. Even when they are not. Which is never true. I love you & you love me. The lotuses of the light, the lotuses of God´s truth. We rise from the mud without stains. More of a symbol. Yet less than purity. Night-veiled, we return to the murky water each evening and open our solemn blooms at the break of day and heartache. And just like lotus flowers, only to be seen and heard, not smelled, beautiful and unreachable, we are real weaknesses of strength, resilience, and rebirth. Like they were all unattainable.
A starfish in a nutshell.
Is it a cycling season again? OMG! I hate you fucking PERIOD! And hell yeah, I´m jealous. Why should I not be? The jerk is getting all my flow! It´s a scandal, shiit!!!
Pragmatically, you´re juggling all your balls, smartcookiefully dodging Ohio, Oreo, and even Orion, smartassfully avoiding free fall from the Crooklyn bridge, from where you jumped to my peached D. No, I´m not a PhD, choco phudge, baby hood!
Wait, the balls are mine, I begged you Ohio no, ah, choco phudge, baby hood, it´s a scandal, shiit! Don´t call me a sea cucumber, it´s too cute and I would puke!
Spasmodically, I don´t do any bowling anymore, unless it´s a salmon bubble bath. Denying and defying all the taboos and superstitions through the bitten, nibbled on apple tattoo, you make me swim lavishly in the Red Sea. I´ve got you. I need you.
A starfish in a nutshell.
Sea stars are known as starfish, however, there's been a love push-n-pull, push-n-pull, in-mmm-out, in-mmm-out to change this common moan, err, name. Oops! The reason straight from the hood is that sea stars are not fish. Their similar appearance to the five pointed star shape makes them look like a pentagram, but actually, they are divine. Their odd symmetry rules supreme in the chosen yet assigned heart. Not all sea stars have five arms, I have less than two. That´s news. O-o! OMG! Choco phudge, baby hood, what about you?
Love is a walk in the park That's how I feel at the start Pretty until it gets dark Love is a walk in the park Till you get bit by a dog I never knew you could bark When the seasons change You won't feel the same at all Because summer will turn into fall Then you'll leave. You're gone You don't need me at all Like the trees in the autumn breeze It's ironic the way that you leave Love is like riding a bike scary but then it's alright I got the hang of it, right? Till you start moving too fast Look up and you're 'bout to crash Why doesn't love evеr last? So call me a pessimist I Think I'm a realist living a liе every night that I Hold you inside of these arms Knowing too well you'll move on As soon as the warm weather's gone When the seasons change You won't feel the same at all Because summer will turn into fall Then you'll leave. You're gone You don't need me at all Like the trees in the autumn breeze It's ironic the way that you leave Ooh-ooh, ooh-aah Like the trees in the autumn breeze It's ironic the way that you leave
Painting a notional landscape of the one soul we share reclaims our open season genius restored to harmony. Soulscape felt and expressed through me into you well-drawn is a visual door to our inner worlds, allowing us to make the invisible visible, bringing healing in you otherwise shut. A journey of journeys of self-discovery that marvelously captures the inspired you I feel so trembling … becoming me ... challenges we face … lotuses grown, lotuses crowned, lotuses browned, love-embraced. It´s a scandal, shiit!!!
Choco phudge, baby hood, you, read, written, I´ve always known, always understood!
Aha, so you´ve just been to the Czech Republic, to my parents´ house, where I was supposed to grow up, where I became your Pancake Li or Motor D? But that would be $5, and it can´t be? Which would mean love is not free? OMG! It´s a scandal, shiit!!!
The lowest-volume soulscape of me communicates in a multi-layered language your overly sensithief soul can understand — embodied creativity! We are persistent creatures, skipping heartbeats now and then, capable of braving the highest stress levels that the planet has ever seen, saving it, preserving us.
During your own unique journey with me, you'll find your creative bliss, and you’ll face your inner demons. You’ll fall in love with your potential and more of me, and you'll follow your body wisdom to the next step of your transformation, renewal, menstruation abhorred. Spoken in intuitive hunches and incredible synchronicities, the tremendous lovage and leafage or leaveage have been unreachable because landslides have blocked all the roads to Romance. But not!
You´ll reclaim the fainting essence of you and the deep happiness of being your luminous self having me inside of you, your heated and heating pad when the blood runs cold and there´s no body to hold. As I am the ultimate guide to finding your perfect size to the ideal female body shape, entirely dependent on what my personal preference is and how my anatomy works together or apart.
A starfish in a nutshell.
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