gri_2003_m_46_b03_f07_017
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Transcribers
- 65795065 - altheist
- 65958289 - pleiades33
- 66052165 - HauteDoy777
- 66175524 - pjwhiteway
- WINNER - 66207712 - eacshadows
- 66269390 - not-logged-in-5b2f1fc53b720aa80d17
65795065 - altheist
Temptation IIIThe neon sighs of erotic words
Burn like hair on a blonde's tanned legs:
The continent of Christopher Columbus
Asserts the potency of smoke and frontier.
Who read the cards and found nine women there,
Tree of clubs, nine of the emblems,
And gave contradictory advice about journeys
Between the watchful eyelids of the evening?
The symmetry and discord of the tour,
The maps with arrows, circles, and monuments,
The places where you witnessed our desire,
Our early tumbles or the last few jerks.
Have you confounded the sadistic wood
With leaves dividing like a quim,
And hold up mirrors to reveal the girls
Dancing like open starfish behind his back?
Mirror, hair-brush, monogram,
Possessions take the place of attributes:
The wheels that might have ripped twenty ways
Are displaced into a wrist-watch case.
The platform of allegory
Is crossed by evening-elongated shadows
And we grow correspondingly, our arms
And heads and breasts enlarged by yards.
The ear of autonomous desire
Welcome the password of the flesh,
Listen and so remembers the events
Of the libretto and the yielding hermit.
September MCML
65958289 - pleiades33
Temptation IIIThe neon sighs of erotic words
Burn like hair on a blonde's tanned legs:
The continent of Christopher Columbus
Asserts the potency of smoke and frontier.
Who read the cards and found nine women there,
Tree of clubs, nine of the emblems,
And gave contradictory advice about journeys
Between the watchful eyelids of the evening?
The symmetry and discord of the tour,
The maps with arrows, circles, and monuments,
The places where you witnessed our desire,
Our early tumbles or the last few jerks.
Have you confounded the sadistic wood
With leaves dividing like a quim,
And held up mirrors to reveal the girls
Dancing like open starfish behind his back?
Mirror, hair-brush, monogram,
Possessions take the place of attributes:
The wheels that might have ripped twenty ways
Are displaced into a wrist-watch case.
The platform of allegory
Is crossed by evening-elongated shadows
And we grow correspondingly, our arms
And heads and breasts enlarged by yards.
The ear of autonomous desire
Welcomes the password of the flesh,
Listens and so remembers the events
Of the libretto and the yielding hermit.
september meml
66052165 - HauteDoy777
Temptation IIIThe neon sighs of erotic words
Burn like hair on a blonde's tanned legs:
The continent of Christopher Columbus
Asserts the potency of smoke and frontier.
Who read the cards and found nine women there,
Tree of clubs, nine of the emblems,
And gave contradictory advice about journeys
Between the watchful eyelids of the evening?
The symmetry and discord of the tour,
The maps with arrows, circles, and monuments,
The places where you witnessed our desire,
Our early tumbles or the last few jerks.
Have you confounded the sadistic wood
With leaves dividing like a quim,
And held up mirrors to reveal the girls
Dancing like open starfish behind his back?
Mirror, hair-brush, monogram,
Possessions take place of attributes:
The wheels that might have ripped twenty ways
Are displaced into a wrist-watch case.
Th eplatform of allegory
In crossed by evening-elongated shadows
And we grow correspondingly, our arms
And heads and breasts enlarged by yards.
The ear of autonomous desire
Welcomes the password of the flesh,
Listens and so remembers the events
Of the libretto and the yielding hermit.
september mcml
66175524 - pjwhiteway
Temptation IIIThe neon sighs of erotic words
Burn like hair on a blonde's tanned legs:
The continent of Christopher Columbus
Asserts the potency of smoke and frontier.
Who read the cards and found nine women there,
Tree of clubs, nine of the emblems,
And gave contradictory advice about journeys
Between the watchful eyelids of the evening?
The symmetry and discord of the tour,
The maps with arrows, circles, and monuments,
The places where you witnessed our desire,
Our early tumbles or the last few jerks.
Have you confounded the sadistic wood
With leaves dividing like a quim,
And held mirrors up to reveal the girls
Dancing like open starfish behind his back?
Mirror, hair-brush, monogram,
Possessions take the place of attributes:
The wheels that might have ripped twenty ways
Are displaced into a wrist-watch case.
The platform of allegory
Is crossed by evening-elongated shadows
And we grow correspondingly, our arms
And heads and breasts enlarged by yards.
The ear of autonomous desire
Welcomes the password of the flesh,
Listens and so remembers the events
Of the libretto and the yielding hermit.
September mcml
WINNER - 66207712 - eacshadows
Temptation IIIThe neon sighs of erotic words
Burn like hair on a blonde's tanned legs:
The continent of Christopher Columbus
Asserts the potency of smoke and frontier.
Who read the cards and found nine women there.
Tree of clubs, nine of the emblems,
And gave contradictory advice about journeys
Between the watchful eyelids of the evening?
The symmetry and discord of the tour,
The maps with arrows, circles, and monuments,
The places where you witnessed our desire,
Our early tumbles or the last few jerks.
Have you confounded the sadistic wood
With leaves dividing like a quim,
And help up mirrors to reveal the girls
Dancing like open starfish behind his back?
Mirror, hair-brush, monogram,
Possessions take the place of attributes:
The wheels that might have ripped twenty ways
Are displaced into a wrist-watch case.
The platform of allegory
Is crossed by evening-elongated shadows
And we grow correspondingly, our arms
And heads and breasts enlarged by yards.
The ear of autonomous desire
Welcome the password of the flesh,
Listens and so remembers the events
Of the libretto and the yielding hermit.
september mcml
66269390 - not-logged-in-5b2f1fc53b720aa80d17
Temptation IIIThe neon sighs of erotic words
Burn like hair on a blonde's tanned legs:
The continent of Christopher Columbus
Asserts the potency of smoke and frontier.
Who read the cards and found nine women there,
Tree of clubs, nine of the emblems,
And gave contradictory advice about journeys
Between the watchful eyelids of the evening?
The symmetry and discord of the tour,
The maps with arrows, circles, and monuments,
The places where you witnessed our desire,
Our early tumbles or the last few jerks.
Have you confounded the sadistic wood
With leaves dividing like a quim,
And held up mirrors to reveal the girls
Dancing like open starfish behind his back?
Mirror, hair-brush, monogram,
Possessions take the place of attributes:
The wheels that might have ripped twenty ways
Are displaced into a wrist-watch case.
The platform of allegory
Is crossed by evening-elongated shadows
And we grow correspondingly, or arms
And heads and breasts enlarged by yards.
The ear of autonomous desire
Welcomes the password of the flesh,
Listens and so remembers the events
Of the libretto and the yielding hermit.
september mcml