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shadowspleen

Published: Aug 28, 2005

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Thoughts on existence

Our galaxy contains over a hundred billion stars, Some scientists say we have over a hundred billion stars in our galaxy. If you strip away the glare, our sun is just a single star. Some people hear these words and think we are just an insignificant spot in creation. Others believe that we are that unique moment in creation that makes existence worth it. And so I sit with my glass of whiskey in hand, a cigarette between my fingers, my wife asleep in the next room, and I wonder who is right. Do we mean nothing in the grand scheme, or are we the most important of all the flecks of being in the universe? And the simplest answer is that I ju

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Kiss

You don't need to put your hair up To show you wear a crown You don't need to paint your face up To make my walls fall down You don't need a Wonderbra To let your sexy shine You don't need gold or diamonds To tell the world you're fine You don't need designer clothes To prove that you have class You don't need to know Houdini To make the magic last All you need is your sweet love To be the woman I dream of.

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I know you, I love you

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Well, I did put it under the erotic section. And no, that doesn't mean it's bad. One of the most erotic things that anyone can do is dance. To bring about passion, lust, longing, and need...Well, let's just say I've had more than one moment of inspiration for this piece. Obviously, marked as mature.

As to the source of the inspiration...Let's just say I've been there more often than I deserve, less often than I want, and just enough to realize the power of dance.

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