in a dark world

[quaileyedsnowfish]

who are you outher person
i don't whant you to steal my picture
becous of the words that you say
and becous it's an inflamed parody
on your track of coil and insults

to collect the mainstreams tears as a sadness
That has blank concrete witness
Sweet convictions of the tiger’s son’s
The loyalty craves an invitation
The compulsion of a deceit as a king of recorded manic
Broke the rules of my river of crawling as a crumbeling bird
The smart ease of running why do I realize like a snow dog
That the risen is now my flush of play
who are directed by the communication of revelations from the dust as ice

the melody is shining like a flying say yes
and I’m singing like sparkling bridge of wine
then hearing the things that I can not forget
like I hear you like occupied ascending of false words
the darkness is like a baggage of wild nature
the strongest link is the quiet sealed ocean
I confess like blooming daffodils
in a reputation of cold deafness
the tides are not bound
but resound like mimics
in flawless quantity
of a streak that is amused like an iron morning
I sold the lean quarrel to the mist
of its tied undone
I scratch the novelty of rain
of pure essence pouring down
on a mountain of Eden
even when
I’m admiring for what going south
the tails there are
the story
average climb by
In a sour pardons
at my grief of compassion
laughs like a satellite corner
of regret

but do not grawl like a volcanic vixen

[Violet]

who are you outher person
i don't whant you to steal my picture
becous of the words that you say
and becous it's an inflamed parody
on your track of coil and insults

to collect the mainstreams tears as a sadness
That has blank concrete witness
Sweet convictions of the tiger’s son’s
The loyalty craves an invitation
The compulsion of a deceit as a king of recorded manic
Broke the rules of my river of crawling as a crumbeling bird
The smart ease of running why do I realize like a snow dog
That the risen is now my flush of play
who are directed by the communication of revelations from the dust as ice

the melody is shining like a flying say yes
and I’m singing like sparkling bridge of wine
then hearing the things that I can not forget
like I hear you like occupied ascending of false words
the darkness is like a baggage of wild nature
the strongest link is the quiet sealed ocean
I confess like blooming daffodils
in a reputation of cold deafness
the tides are not bound
but resound like mimics
in flawless quantity
of a streak that is amused like an iron morning
I sold the lean quarrel to the mist
of its tied undone
I scratch the novelty of rain
of pure essence pouring down
on a mountain of Eden
even when
I’m admiring for what going south
the tails there are
the story
average climb by
In a sour pardons
at my grief of compassion
laughs like a satellite corner
of regret

but do not grawl like a volcanic vixen

.. look, I don't really have time at the moment to delve into your verbiage here (though some of it does seem promising).. but it seems to me you're wasting a lot of time worrying over nothing, when you could be scoring some lucrative dates with some johns. I mean one has one's priorities, after all. And anyway, maybe if you focus more on the work you came here to do, then this other nonsense will seem less and less dire to you. (Just a suggestion.)

.. 'til later, quaileye,

Ms. V.

[Violet]

You know I really like "volcanic vixen".. must be left over from the days you worked with Russ..

.. actually, I'm in pretty dire straits at the moment, and so might want to make a few "art" films, if you catch my drift..

Maybe we could start with: Volcanic Vixen..

.. well.. just think about it. From the look of your pic, you still have it in you, I think.

v.