A passing bitch.

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To write volumes of nonsense, gently morphs stupidity into logic.

As I gaze the murky plains of the quay, my speech had turned to a parrot for no one seemed interested with my invitation for Mexican.

Then like a messiah, her presence made the universe dance to her feet whereby there was a stream of pink rose petals fondling her footsteps. The wind which caught her hair, raptured with cascades of bliss. Lost I became, and the depth of the grave I fell, made sunlight even brighter. Blood had rushed to my temple, setting my ears blazing and blushing my discoloured cheeks. The heat melted the stealth within my knees, and what more I wondered than these petty words could I have said. These words seem to simple, too unfair, for the all the colours at my disposal my brushes were confronted with a confused potray to paint.

"Who was I?", I asked.... except a slave to such agonizing beauty who stood under the gawking haze and heat which dispatched me into dreams. But with the recollection of my eyes and imagination, it began carressing the surreal soft milky condensation of her brightly coloured pale skin, the eyes caught the tiny teasing mole above the upper creast of the breastbone.



"How may I help?" With all that thinking these were the silly few words I muttered & mumbled,*hopeless!!, the heart pranced like a whinning horse, thus I began to launch the missle of charms to implore her perception. Sittings by the river were filled to the brim, but the roof top had a more enticing view... as the story goes, my charm was nullified by her sheer arrogance, Her uncompromising stance of wanting the riverside was beyond my control. How I cursed those bastard hogging the table with a barrage of silent vulgarity.

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However in all hell, there was one more stairway to heaven.... a tour and of course some imaginary discounts were on offer. Her mother was pleased, and my determination was further carved upon the ego with the exceptance from the sister. But she being who she was opposed everything my Kingdom had to offer.

She came, captured and castrated my soul within mere minutes. Bewildered I became for nothing could have changed her prejudice, pathetically I was robbed & left to rot. I cannot explain my observation, nevertheless the search continues to the pangs of despair to unearth such baffling mysteries. *what rubbish!!

.......... I have seen something under the sun,
the race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor the food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned ;
but time and chance happen to them all

Moreover, no man knows when his hour will come,
As fish caught in a cruel net,
or birds are taken in a snare,
so men are trapped by evil times
that fall unexpected upon them................Ecclesiastes 9



















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