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My Courtship of a Gas Station Cashier

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FastCar

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My Courtship of a Gas Station Cashier

She wasn't so much pretty- but She excited something visceral in me.

I watched her a few times, from behind an isle. Supple came to mind.
Some things from memorys, something of Oedipus.

I adore pale flesh, and wide hips that roll inward and slowly back out again like a wave of slick black oil.

So we progressed to conversation - largely about tobbacco brands and their quality in comparison to their price.
and i liked it, to see her lips smack together while she spoke. Long neck

Something about my person sickens me.
I would'nt show people My Multifoliate rose, for fear that I am Some Sick Hedonistic Son-of-a-bitch.
I Shall not give in.
 
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I dunno if I get what a Mutifolate rose is? This seems like a kinda creepy poem. I mean... I like it cause it's snapshot of some creepy moments I've had... maybe... but then I need to know what Mutifolate rose means! lol.

Keep pushing this short/sweet/thick form -- it's insightful and easy to digest.

Pyro
P.S. The original Pyro
 
Actually, the term Mutifolate Rose is from Dante's Inferno, he used it as a symbol for his vision of paradise.

This piece reflects some part of me that I suspect haunts all men, it has something to do with being ashamed of/suppressing your desires as a result of a man's upbringing. This is a fictional piece but the sentiment i was trying to express is very real.
 
Dont worry about it!

FastCar said:
Actually, the term Mutifolate Rose is from Dante's Inferno, he used it as a symbol for his vision of paradise.

This piece reflects some part of me that I suspect haunts all men, it has something to do with being ashamed of/suppressing your desires as a result of a man's upbringing. This is a fictional piece but the sentiment i was trying to express is very real.
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Sweetie, anybody would be lying if they said they didn't have fantasies and desires that even they think are kinda narly. I'm not gonna admit mine, but the older you get, you realize they're just dead-end thoughts. For example: Here's a good one. When I was about 10 we had a civilian employee at the PX. He was always dirty and stinky, and wore the same clothes every day. All the kids made fun of him, yeah I know we were mean.
My older sister (Ms. June Cleaver) kept a diary, and read it any chance I got. I'd pretend to be asleep, but I'd always watch where she hid it. One day, she wrote all this dramatic stuff about how much she was attracted to this stinky dirty man. I didn't understand half of it but I thought she was so nasty. This came from a girl who wore dresses every day, made straight A's, and was a member of any school club that screamed "NERD."
The "Thought Police" could never come to fruition, because they'd be equally guilty as the rest of us. You cant help what runs thru your mind. :)
 
I'm actually not at all dissatisfied with my person, although i do realize that there is a certain level of perversion in life and sometimes it sickens me and other times i get somewhat infatuated with it.
 
i liked it. it left me wanting to know more...
it spoke of the things we think, but don't want people to KNOW that we think.
 
This reads like life sliced down the middle, with the inevitable result: festering thoughts and desires wriggling free.

For those Googling, it's "multifoliate". :)
 
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This reads like life sliced down the middle, with the inevitable result: festering thoughts and desires wriggling free.

For those Googling, it's "multifoliate". :)
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Thanks for the complement and sorry everyone for the spelling error.
 
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