Monday, April 28, 2008

When I hear his name, every hair on my bodybristles with desire.When I seethe moon of his face,I grow moist like a moonstone.When that manas dear to me as breathsteps close enough to stroke my neck,the thought of jealousyis shattered in my heart, which, sometimes,can be hard as diamond. - A . . . ()

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Monday, March 17, 2008

A verse of inappropriate sobriety: The body of Duncan lay dead,Still warm on his kingly white bed.Washed her hands did she,Cleaned his blade did he,And the salty green waters were red.

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Monday, February 07, 2005


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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


   



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