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Just starting out.Heartbroken,schizo,unrequited love reject.Non Catholic catholic school girl ...dont play with Ouija boards...Ive seen Paris,and I've seen France...not enough good lovers been in my pants.Im haunted...by the dead and alive.Frequencies and ought to choke blessings have been brought to my attention..my palate is confused and hungry for more.Perspiring for aspirations of a tangled web of weaved lovers limbs ... Not..naught..sailors knot.Producing these loins like fruit...to be ripe and plucked in a deserted orchard of love via lust as the branches hang low ..but no sweet chariot , to carry me away.I believe I shall just drown here amongst all the algorithms and preconceived choreographed interactions that cum at me at full force like the audience has paid to see what they know will surely kill me. The last unwritten monologue of their satire.The star of their show broke her leg in the first scene.I cannot find my stage mother.I cannot find my producer.I cannot find my spoken from the diaphragm voice.I cannot remember my lines..there's been so many.So many lines.More than I've crossed and snorted,those that cross my face.Ive tried to walk it,but I prefer curves anyway.Speak to me in your roofer voice!Why boy,you are supposed to seranade me from below my window ..not stand on top of me and bark out malarkey and it's itinerary.This food ,there's no leaks.You see I am your most captive audience my lover..no need to bellow so loud.Are you trying to hear your self?Nobody listens as intently as I for I am in love with the very neck that produces that sound.Sometimes I think I could forgo the head and the lower half if I could just procure the smell of that very neck.Put that in your craw.Im sorry that you have bought by uncle Sam somehow and he has taken what was left of your compassion and soul.I apologize that you have to impress the ranks and that I am.Rank.Your attitude stinks..but I love anything that comes from your pores because it is an aspect of you.If you were sick I would be there.If you cry..you know you can wipe your tears on me.If you bleed I will attend to your pain like someone that cherishes that which is vital to you.I would bare your seed.I love your very neck..tho it screams and yells obscenities in public to degrade I who am your silent partner..your shame.I see the beauty in all the aspects of you..the good the bad and the very ugly.I rejoice in being able to experience even those that crush my butterfly girl spirit or terrify my mind in the sightless dark.I hear you on the wings of hummingbirds and the gnashing of teeth.You chastise me like I am the one whom has struck you across the face.You berate me through the hills and create scenarios that never happened.You most likely find me repulsive in your sober morning awakening.You do not crave my touch I do not think at all..and I know for you I am easy to replace.You have taken old whores and young whores that you deemed just fine. No need for me.No quiver of angst because u have to tell me a lie.I am the always ready to jump and available kitty..that you have no problem abandoning .Just remember.I have appreciated and loved your neck,and all that is attached to it more than anyone in your entire life.Use your baritone  and talk out of that neck.For I hear you,and will always look up and around in anticipation of your finally level headed and ego evolved, crew boss speech.If you kill me , it will not be in coin.I will and have already begun to lay down my life for you.It is not your fault.I give it freely.Even if you don't understand or may never appreciate.If I never see me again..i hope that the forces that be will maybe remind you of the girl who loved the very essence of your neck,& all that comes from it.