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05-09-2005, 05:37 PM
whats the word? aborable? no, that sounds too much like child mosester narrarations of first person accounts of brevity and perversion.
shes...
interesting looking. the way shes pretty in a way you wouldn't expect. a beauty you don't see at first glace. like natalie portman or whoever or that girl
its like looking at them you can tell theyre intelligent but sexy... someone with the same tastes in jusic as you or likes to watch all the movies you like to watch. you can tell by just looking at them
and its so attractive.
more attractive than normal attractive
its like when you're walking and seeing in tunnel vision trails almost and you can see the trees in front of you way more vividly that you could possibly fathom and its a big beautiful swirl and you think to yourself "my boy youve truly been enlightened"
except when you look at her shes not a tree but a person and you are this time NOT intoxicated... wellyou are. but youre not intoxicated by any damned controlled substance. you're entoxicated by her beauty: underlyigna nd topical
"...vics is the study of: a. citenzen's civil duties, b. how government works, or voting. mr. york."
i look up from my unbreakable gaze. the one that i just broke by looking up.
(but such contradictions are life. the point is (there is not a moral) that my tractor beam like manuevering of pulling her into my heart with my dilating jisming pupils was distrupted by a school instructor. clearly my teacher had noticed my lack of attention and sought to call meout for it. alas.)
i struggled to bring the answer up my throat where it would vibrate my tongue and make speachwords echo from my brain to the outside of my head. i had not even heard the first part of the question, how was i supposed to answer? the majestic school master would retort that i should have been paying attention.
but my predicament was resovled with the ring of the bells that wait patiently for the same fourty five minutes we students do, so that they can orgasmthe alert of climax and complete the action that gives them their only pleasure in existance. (you could however, though, assume this nonsense is alergorical, because bells, of course, could not possibly feel sympathy for human emotion, or even think, for hat matter)
we exploded from the confinement of classroom walls out of the passage that grants us freedom or grants us imprisonment each and everyday. that passage is the door, by the way. our thought provoker poured us into the hallways into equal directions in proportions to us as these are of course the laws of physics.
the end of school has approached us.
and she seized controll of my focus again, as she walked into my plane of vision and the only thought my mind could squeeze out into the lightbulb above my head provided only a flicker of electricity. "gah."
women are beautiful things.
you guy i'm so high rigt now
shes...
interesting looking. the way shes pretty in a way you wouldn't expect. a beauty you don't see at first glace. like natalie portman or whoever or that girl
its like looking at them you can tell theyre intelligent but sexy... someone with the same tastes in jusic as you or likes to watch all the movies you like to watch. you can tell by just looking at them
and its so attractive.
more attractive than normal attractive
its like when you're walking and seeing in tunnel vision trails almost and you can see the trees in front of you way more vividly that you could possibly fathom and its a big beautiful swirl and you think to yourself "my boy youve truly been enlightened"
except when you look at her shes not a tree but a person and you are this time NOT intoxicated... wellyou are. but youre not intoxicated by any damned controlled substance. you're entoxicated by her beauty: underlyigna nd topical
"...vics is the study of: a. citenzen's civil duties, b. how government works, or voting. mr. york."
i look up from my unbreakable gaze. the one that i just broke by looking up.
(but such contradictions are life. the point is (there is not a moral) that my tractor beam like manuevering of pulling her into my heart with my dilating jisming pupils was distrupted by a school instructor. clearly my teacher had noticed my lack of attention and sought to call meout for it. alas.)
i struggled to bring the answer up my throat where it would vibrate my tongue and make speachwords echo from my brain to the outside of my head. i had not even heard the first part of the question, how was i supposed to answer? the majestic school master would retort that i should have been paying attention.
but my predicament was resovled with the ring of the bells that wait patiently for the same fourty five minutes we students do, so that they can orgasmthe alert of climax and complete the action that gives them their only pleasure in existance. (you could however, though, assume this nonsense is alergorical, because bells, of course, could not possibly feel sympathy for human emotion, or even think, for hat matter)
we exploded from the confinement of classroom walls out of the passage that grants us freedom or grants us imprisonment each and everyday. that passage is the door, by the way. our thought provoker poured us into the hallways into equal directions in proportions to us as these are of course the laws of physics.
the end of school has approached us.
and she seized controll of my focus again, as she walked into my plane of vision and the only thought my mind could squeeze out into the lightbulb above my head provided only a flicker of electricity. "gah."
women are beautiful things.
you guy i'm so high rigt now