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Venal Spectacle of Us

Contributed by weepingprophet on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 10:58:22 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Two comical abominations fooling around in the backseat of a dead end.
Moving forward at an eradic pace, propelled by our own hushed hypocrisy.
How I offer you such a sweet and slow betrayal.
All we are strung out on the backseat of the car like my naked and slender body.
Moans of gratitude don't muffel the screams of vanity and lust scratching as insidious fingers on a long drag down the back of a liar.
Love, well, it is simply a moment and desire is nothing more than a beautiful atrocity.
Furiously I hide the truth under the passage of our lust.
Committing to nothing more than an instantaneous desire to conquer my own unquenchable need to touch you.
Two lost hypocrits feeling out the world with ignorant hands.
We stumble together with our eyes closed as to not look sin in the face.
Never the less, here we are, wrapped tightly to each other, still somehow, running from something more than ourselves.
O, we are something more than this life.
Two complete spectacles of a dying hope.




Copyright © weepingprophet ... [ 2006-09-06 22:58:22]
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Re: Venal Spectacle of Us (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 11:23:27 PM AEST
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what can I say? I enjoyed trying to figure it out..either it's a metaphor or you sspend a lot of time in the back seat of a car...rotfl.


Re: Venal Spectacle of Us (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 11:23:43 PM AEST
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Great writing.Awesome!
huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: Venal Spectacle of Us (User Rating: 1 )
by DannyGirl on Sunday, 1st October 2006 @ 07:01:15 PM AEST
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This ones very interesting. Can you expain what was going on when you wrote this? Thanks for sharing!


Re: Venal Spectacle of Us (User Rating: 1 )
by weepingprophet on Monday, 2nd October 2006 @ 03:03:40 PM AEST
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I believe that so many people hate the way that they choose to live. However, life is simply composed of habits and I have a bad habit of needing sexual adventures. I know that it is wrong and sinful and I am ashamed, torn, angry about my habits. But it is so hard to break free from them. This piece was about my views on my own bad habits, my own hypocrisy and blindness. Me and the man in this piece are nothing more than two complete spectacles of a dying hope.
I think that should clear things up. I am an extremely emotive writer I just like to use a variety of formats for my pieces and this one was intended to be blunt and awkward just like my bad habits.




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