Sigmon, Ian Michael

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Fall 1996the sECURITY of sECLUSIONwe six subtle characters are victims of societyattempting to support our mental sobrietywe are escaping from our crumbled homesearching for the castle of sugar-coated chromewe journey for joy of our own volitionwe are to travel united on our bold expeditionour occult world of art, drugs, and sexis esoteric, clandestine, and the apex of complexwe possess everything we will ever needour secret aspirations will finally succeedno longer to be maliciously misconstruedwe are to wallow in the solace of solitudeour souls are safe, saturated, and nakedeach moment is waves of elation so sacredall of our previous efforts prove futileso now we shall utilize our lucid guilethe most potent of the pack is a poetand he knows someday everyone will know ithe suffers profoundly from perpetual self-deceivingalways giving greatly more than receivinghis eyes are glowing of an emerald greenhis body libidinous, starved, and leanlooking for a lover, a reason to existonly with atonement can he possibly persisthe scars himself by saying not enough too muchwith truth he kills spirits so remains out of touch7Manuscriptsand there was the honey-dripping harlother lips were lush, sweet, and scarletshe had an abundance of opulent loversthe most beautiful beast under covert coversbut if you can believe it or notshe could conjure the deepest thoughtshe could discern where she did not belongand seep out a seductive mellifluous love songbut she denied any shame in her occupationbecause she knew the basic elements of satiationendowing others with pleasure made her realshocking was the electric of her orgasmic zealand of course the melancholy musicianwith his despondent suicidal dispositionhe only found his comfort in foolshe only broke himself, never the ruleshis hair hanging, hovering over his eyeshis love now erected and on the riseyes if reclusive he conceives he can copehe is lifted by this novel hopeheroin replaced with hemp-filled cigarettesaway from family and away from the marionettesand there was the yearning virgin nunwho had finally realized her living oblivionshe could not negate her heart loaded with lustshe desired to be fused before returning to dustshe wore tiny freckles upon her soft ivory skinshe was partial to the poet so he penetrated hymenand through her tender strands of sandcarefully caressing her velvet in his handand now addicted to this coital contactwith god she composes a modem vibrant pact8Fall 1996we are accompanied by the energetic screenwriterhollywood had attempted to pull his brain tighterbut he is bursting with veracity and vimthose bastards cannot drain his ideas dimhe wears no distinct pride for being negrohe just covets to dream beyond the pseudoboundaries placed upon his brothershe kisses anyone who fondles his druthersand then stimulates his soaring psychebringing him bliss incessantly so brightlyand at last there was the nymphal nursewith suppressed sentiments to disperseshe tired quickly of her redundant routineneeding an oasis to sustain placid and sereneluckily her Buddhic heritage was no hindrancein her quest for freedom and independenceshe tilted her dainty red face towards the skynow only when she floods has she cause to cryshe is open to practice the tricks of her tongueshe is happy to be vivid, fervent, and forever youngso we now will depart adhering to our dreamswith nothing to lose or at least so it seemsand now we see the sun spilling over the brimso through these waters of destiny we will swimwe will tread through the tides of tranquillitywe shall obtain our equilibrium and felicitycoalescence is the essence of our consummationour passions flourish in our consolidationIan Michael Sigmon9

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