My Darlings
Hello My Darlings,
Plenty of room by the fire. Grab some space. I insist, I do. Now comes the death from above that was prophesied in the book of old. No, not that old. Turn your head and your expectations over this way. You've got it. Light the match, no? Ah, we finally have a roaring fire to match our desires. But soft, talk like this, see, in a sotto voice. Now you have it. Have the vibrations match the embers in quality, quantity and qualitative traits. Now close your eyes. Put your hands out. Are we comfortable? Good. Now all at the same time raise your voices with mine. There you go. Now we are one, aren't we? Come my darlings...
Plenty of room by the fire. Grab some space. I insist, I do. Now comes the death from above that was prophesied in the book of old. No, not that old. Turn your head and your expectations over this way. You've got it. Light the match, no? Ah, we finally have a roaring fire to match our desires. But soft, talk like this, see, in a sotto voice. Now you have it. Have the vibrations match the embers in quality, quantity and qualitative traits. Now close your eyes. Put your hands out. Are we comfortable? Good. Now all at the same time raise your voices with mine. There you go. Now we are one, aren't we? Come my darlings...
posted by neilly bojangles at 4:36 PM
1 Comments:
i have been waiting long time by fire, i am warm, some would say slightly charred.... don't feel bad it is like being at a barbecue all the time, but i really want the story. i have gathered, i am warm, i desire story!
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