tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post87256345833433838..comments2024-01-18T04:42:47.809-06:00Comments on BitterGrace Notes: "Your kisses turbulent, unspent"BitterGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18262639525430954930noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post-54677939822281553102008-06-08T21:44:00.000-05:002008-06-08T21:44:00.000-05:00It is, E, indeed. Strange how no logic or force of...It is, E, indeed. Strange how no logic or force of will can overcome that desire to stop time.<BR/><BR/>Chaya, if I ever got loose in your perfume collection I'm sure I would vaporize in ecstasy. If I ever decide to throw in the towel, that's the way I'd like to go.BitterGracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18262639525430954930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post-73884765241035495952008-06-06T14:57:00.000-05:002008-06-06T14:57:00.000-05:00Turbulent kisses are SO up my Khyber Pass ... I me...Turbulent kisses are SO up my Khyber Pass ... I mean, my alley.<BR/><BR/>Me LOVE dat painting.<BR/>And Nocturnes.<BR/>God, I'd love to let you loose in my collection, girl.<BR/>They'd find us later...<BR/>Dead, dessicated, and happy.<BR/>Nothing like dying wit a smile on one's face, Gracie.chayaruchamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889166567884475415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7039707457010939097.post-423000790113294852008-06-06T10:10:00.000-05:002008-06-06T10:10:00.000-05:00"And never, never seeThe glory of this perfect day..."And never, never see<BR/>The glory of this perfect day <BR/>Grow dim or cease to be": that's the main fear, isn't it?<BR/><BR/>;-)Perfumeshrinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06222733129203280662noreply@blogger.com