Growing up in the city has its advantages and disadvantages, one disadvantage being there is no room to move, breath, roam, or think by yourself, and on the opposite end you can have as many friends as your heart desires.
Our fair city has all the attractions the world could possibly offer, even some, though quite small, room to run.
I spent my days peddling through the park watching the minstrels sing for their supper, and the crafty lift your goods in a single flip of the wrist! Lit up in the grand scheme of the world, picturesque views from even the other side of the sun, yes she had everything to offer the weary, and faint hearted of whose hearts would call them to our stages and silver screens, just to watch them end up living in the darkest of allies or propositioning you for a few coins for a back alley romp! She stole the innocence from the youth, yet would grant clemency to those in need of escape, all while watching the ones she loved burn in their hand old flames.
Life gives to me now the opportunity to divulge to you, true reader information of a heartless wench who will honestly love you more than you will ever know, and then spit you out rattled and torn, confused and maimed.
The love of my life who has taken from me more than I thought I had to give, and given me nothing in return except the love of her beauty, streets, and lights.
I will forever love her, for she is where my heart belongs, and the place I will call home forever.
Oh but cursed destiny hath found me unable to compete in her fair market place of absurdities, and catastrophes! I watch as she slips off to those who would offer her more of the emeralds and rubies she desires, like that of the whore who would take from you everything she can before she will let you betwixt her thighs and then you will only grasp a small taste before she will make you pay again for a further appeal.
Let her rob you blind for if you give willingly you are even more of a fool in her eyes! If you try to consummate your love early she will castrate you and gouge out your soul.
She is a heartless bastard of many names, yet everyone will call on her at least once before they die.
If you would breathe to roam and know no truth in the matter of love, you would do well in her bowels, yet if you are of the compassionate sort then you surely will perish.
Do you have to offer her some token of light, or a stone for her neck to adorn? Will you see the light and go to it like a moth to the flame, or will you shy away from her lying stench? She will not hold back the truth of who she is, yet to have her divulge anything on her behalf would indeed take that of a miracle worker.
Oh that I watch the petty and the few who would forever be lost to the glory that is she, although there is the few who will rise and take her by surprise, mounting her from behind and taking what they wish! Those few who would ensnare her soul and use it for their own good, those of whom will know the sweet perfume she adorns, and rip her clothes off exposing her naked truth.
Of those few am one of I, who did find a way to take what it was that I wanted and not be one of the beggars who wander her aimlessly crying for her to let them go.
Oh am I the sweet portrayer of her image in the truth, the miracle man who would expose her for the beast she is, the one who would tell you the truth of who she can be, the one who divulges all of her awes and regrets, the one who snuck into her unseen, and unscathed, yes I be that one who does love her, but instead made her pay me for the goodness of her womb, the one who tore out of her all that I could grasp.
But the trick be'eth on me, oh how I long for her touch which I can no longer have, she hast taken my life, and torn out my eyes.
I am blind, to the deaf man I scream, watching my wasted fantasy drown in her rivers of filth! Oh have I become the tormented soul I once played her as? I took from her all that I could, and she took from me so much more.
Oh I cry to the heavens and scream to the hells, please let me go from this place, and I shant touch thee no more, no more.
But she has a cursed black heart, and is jealous, she knows no pity, and sours forever.
Her grudge is that of a stone, never able to sway from their post upon the towers that she adorns.
I found refuge in her bosom, and warmth between her legs, but all I have to show for it now is sorrow, sadness, anger.
Yes there are advantages and disadvantages to growing up in the city, the advantage is that you may leave before you try your hand here, and the disadvantage is that you may never leave once you do.
E.
D.
D.
12/18/2009
Our fair city has all the attractions the world could possibly offer, even some, though quite small, room to run.
I spent my days peddling through the park watching the minstrels sing for their supper, and the crafty lift your goods in a single flip of the wrist! Lit up in the grand scheme of the world, picturesque views from even the other side of the sun, yes she had everything to offer the weary, and faint hearted of whose hearts would call them to our stages and silver screens, just to watch them end up living in the darkest of allies or propositioning you for a few coins for a back alley romp! She stole the innocence from the youth, yet would grant clemency to those in need of escape, all while watching the ones she loved burn in their hand old flames.
Life gives to me now the opportunity to divulge to you, true reader information of a heartless wench who will honestly love you more than you will ever know, and then spit you out rattled and torn, confused and maimed.
The love of my life who has taken from me more than I thought I had to give, and given me nothing in return except the love of her beauty, streets, and lights.
I will forever love her, for she is where my heart belongs, and the place I will call home forever.
Oh but cursed destiny hath found me unable to compete in her fair market place of absurdities, and catastrophes! I watch as she slips off to those who would offer her more of the emeralds and rubies she desires, like that of the whore who would take from you everything she can before she will let you betwixt her thighs and then you will only grasp a small taste before she will make you pay again for a further appeal.
Let her rob you blind for if you give willingly you are even more of a fool in her eyes! If you try to consummate your love early she will castrate you and gouge out your soul.
She is a heartless bastard of many names, yet everyone will call on her at least once before they die.
If you would breathe to roam and know no truth in the matter of love, you would do well in her bowels, yet if you are of the compassionate sort then you surely will perish.
Do you have to offer her some token of light, or a stone for her neck to adorn? Will you see the light and go to it like a moth to the flame, or will you shy away from her lying stench? She will not hold back the truth of who she is, yet to have her divulge anything on her behalf would indeed take that of a miracle worker.
Oh that I watch the petty and the few who would forever be lost to the glory that is she, although there is the few who will rise and take her by surprise, mounting her from behind and taking what they wish! Those few who would ensnare her soul and use it for their own good, those of whom will know the sweet perfume she adorns, and rip her clothes off exposing her naked truth.
Of those few am one of I, who did find a way to take what it was that I wanted and not be one of the beggars who wander her aimlessly crying for her to let them go.
Oh am I the sweet portrayer of her image in the truth, the miracle man who would expose her for the beast she is, the one who would tell you the truth of who she can be, the one who divulges all of her awes and regrets, the one who snuck into her unseen, and unscathed, yes I be that one who does love her, but instead made her pay me for the goodness of her womb, the one who tore out of her all that I could grasp.
But the trick be'eth on me, oh how I long for her touch which I can no longer have, she hast taken my life, and torn out my eyes.
I am blind, to the deaf man I scream, watching my wasted fantasy drown in her rivers of filth! Oh have I become the tormented soul I once played her as? I took from her all that I could, and she took from me so much more.
Oh I cry to the heavens and scream to the hells, please let me go from this place, and I shant touch thee no more, no more.
But she has a cursed black heart, and is jealous, she knows no pity, and sours forever.
Her grudge is that of a stone, never able to sway from their post upon the towers that she adorns.
I found refuge in her bosom, and warmth between her legs, but all I have to show for it now is sorrow, sadness, anger.
Yes there are advantages and disadvantages to growing up in the city, the advantage is that you may leave before you try your hand here, and the disadvantage is that you may never leave once you do.
E.
D.
D.
12/18/2009
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