in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Saturday, November 20, 2010


This edible fruit, green skinned,
With a shot of red from her chest to her cheeks,
As if blushing to my touch
-I held your bottom, not your cone head
-I held your bottom, so that I can see your face,
As my fangs pierces through your skin
-You are a sweet thing, sweet blushing fruit,
That blushes to my touch,
Apple bottom, yes -your exotic bottom cheeks
That resembles your close cousin: Apple
As if sisters once,
Before you decided to grow a cone,
And be this different fruit,
This exotic fruit
-I held you in my hands, as GOD did when HE sculpted you,
From clay, and decided that you be edible,
- Good thing, because what else could I do with you?
On top of her cone, she began to brown on one side,
Then fading leaving freckles, before returning to,
Her normal green color
-I want to ask, did you catch a tan?
-Or do you wish to be like your half sister?
The brown one, with soft skin,
The, not so firm, that is so sweet,
One would think she was becoming sugar?
-You are a sweet thing, sweet blushing fruit,
That blushes to my touch,
-I like your, blush, your shyness,
Your freckles that looks like a tan,
Just on one side, because you decide to wait for me,
Under the blinding sun
Green, blushing, tanned fruit,
Beautiful pear


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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world