fever.january;fever. by nighttimebeautiful
hips are grinding together like the
fence posts at dovers' bay. the
colours are static against my snow-
flavored skin. now, the time is late,
every hair smothered in ashes of
bones and melted salt-butter. i am
reminded of the beach, rolled over
and over in the dance of viscous
gems. fever spreads like the fictional
tale of the muse, hips are grinding
together like the revelations of
the fever, the fever in the bay.
every soul should know; there is
no fever in january.
i. LS happens to be a writer of all sorts, yet managed to get noticed through the popularity of the Fan Fiction they submit|
ii. Conceit is not the way of who is Lustful-Sin. For they will write to anyone who writes to them, not because they love to talk, but because those people who support them, shall be acknowledged, and appreciated.
iii. Despite all negative responses and people who prefer to stalk than to just embrace, Lustful-Sin will continue to reign on through writing, speaking and through words. Words are the only defense and offense they will ever choose to use. For physical violence is not the answer, only emotional and mental break downs.
iv. Experience is only through recognition. I hope you all pass the word along, because that's the only way great words can be seen and heard, through the people who support and continue the message.
Current Residence: Wyomissing, PA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: 2XL - Because I'm huge (Real Size...Large)
Favourite genre of music: I am one of eclectic taste
Favourite photographer: Umm...my friends take cool pictures?
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Favourite cartoon character: Joker
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