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back blogging again.
awwwww..
i dun why.

i decided to take some meaningfull word and update in my blog so here goes!

They ferries, the waves , the night-dark grass , the dazzling neon lights and incredible structures - all these signs of material prosperity are aphrodisiacs the city uses to intoxicate itself. They have nothing to do with us , the people who live ang them. A car accident or a disease can kill us but the city's prosperous , invincible silhoutte is like a planet in perpetual motion.

A tiny blue flower began to burn my skin , and that odd sensation made me blind to my beauty , my self , my identify. Everything I did was designed to create a strange new fairy tale, a fairy tale meant just for me and the boy i adored.

The boy sat entranced against the railing, sad but grateful watching the girl dance in the moonlight. Her body was smooth as a swan's yet powerful as a lepoard's. Every feline crouch, leap and turn was elegant yet madly seductive...

done!!

next is this.
here goes.

Many people think love and sex shouldn't be lumped together. For many liberated women, finding man she adores and who adore her, an who can give her an orgasm, is the ideal arrangment for her personal lifes. The women would say " Separating love and sex needn't conflict with a healthy attitude to life." Women intuition and aspirations are shaped by the daily grind , and they look for a lifestyles that gives them a sense of security. They put the key that can unlock life's secrets under their pillows. They have more freedom than women of fifty yars ago , better lloks than those of thirty years ago.

Done!!

so next is..
there i go again!!

Don't accept rides from strange men and remember that all men are strange as HELL.

Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world!

If one day i die at that istant when I close my eyes never to open again. What kind of person will you think i've been?

Now, I'm far away from you , very far , hundreds of million of light years away.
When i think of all the things between us, my mind is flooded with thoughts of you. I keep having nightmares.
In one of the dreams, i keep running. Above and below me are pink blossoms and fruit. The flowers have thorns and i bleed a i run, until i jump into a deep, deep hole. There isn't a glimmer of light. I can vaguely hear your voice, as if you're reading your novel. I begin to call your name in despair, and then my hand brushes against a hot ball of something. It's soaking wet and throbing.
I guess it must be a heart , but I don't know who'd throw their heart into this black hole.

All passion are a soucre of inspiration

Making love with a women and sleeping with a women are separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation ( a desire that extends to an infinite number of women ) but in the desire for shared sleep ( a desire limited to one women )

If your left foot hurts, my right foot will begin to hurt. If you're suffocated by life, my breathing will cease too. If when you want to express your love there's nothing but a black hole, then i won't be able to make love either. If you sell your soul to the devil, a dagger will stab my chest too.

It cannot be avoided or leave. When your lovers leaves, you can cry out all the tears in our body, but he won't come back. He's gone forever , taking with him your broken memories, reduced ashes and leaving behind a soul alone.

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