The Rambunctious
You dare try to conquer me? Dare wish my compliance? Baby, I'm not your personal appliance...
You call me 'slut'. You call me 'whore'. Yet your eyes rake my arse when I walk through the front door.
I'm more than you can see. Yes, there's a different side of me. But every side of me is just as wild and free.
Your judgements are brush strokes. Society, I am the masterpiece. For your hands, dripping gore did sully my canvas clean.
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
