-- Posted by Cake and Sodomy at 3:20 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 Sometimes, I wonder if emptiness is a virtue, if anger can be graceful or neat or beautiful. I like to reach inside your mind: not to steal your worries away, but rather to mix your thoughts up a bit, stir your intellectual stew and set the heat to simmer. I can taste your murmurs, your silent protests to breaking rules, breaking dishes, breaking bones. We used to break the ice, just to dive under and feel the chill. I miss the shock of your skin on mine, the kiss on my shoulder. (you liked the graceful slope and the perilous drop of my slender arms, I just enjoyed your flattery.) You told me to dance on their rooftops. You told me to carry you down the Ganges as a floating temple, a tribute to the vastness of desire. Your voices echoed in my hollows. I asked you for salvation. You pressed your heart to my lips and told me to wait. -- Posted by Kamalli at 3:21 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 Good job at being creepy :D -- Posted by PurpleEnvy at 3:22 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 Wow that was actually really good. -- Posted by cutieefaceex3 at 3:22 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 that's amazing, really deep :0 -- Posted by Cake and Sodomy at 3:23 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 Quote: from Kamalli at 6:21 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 Good job at being creepy :D Creepy how so? -- Posted by I like tuhtles at 3:23 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 I rike it. -- Posted by MindFreak20 at 3:23 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 I liked it. -- Posted by PurpleEnvy at 3:23 pm on Nov. 5, 2008 Totally savin that, you mind? :)