

los pies en el aguaWet feet, a pitter patter against thelos pies en el agua
soggy concrete, with its water logged veins yearning to snatch the comforting drought from your shoe soles.


green and brownYour eyes remind me of river banks- the way thegreen and brown
green pigment
is some times cradled by the brown, like cattails crushed in mud. Or when they mirror grass poking up out of the muddy earth edges by the murky currents of the swirling river, on a sweet summer
sunday afternoon.


F.A.T.Ya know, I really like the way you look- with that animal print skin. You're like a freak with out the circus. I love the way that fat hugs your bones, suffocating the muscle in between. And don't get me started on those cottage cheese thighs, they are so sexy. I just can't get over the way i feel like I'm drowning in your thousands of chins when your lips straddle mine.F.A.T.


summershe speaks the language of cats.summer
beneath sherbet tents and watermelon ice cream, she is spinning stories like cotton candy, tasting words on her tongue and handing them to children on summer-roasted sidewalks.
our toes brush milk-stained tile, multi-colored creamsicles painting our sun-kissed hands, as we waste pastel-colored napkins on small fingers


father please don't forgivei.father please don't forgive
i will crucify a morning for you, lord, i will carry it upon my back
to the top of a hill i named Calvary and bleed it dry of light, but please,
never forgive me.
the sky was your limit and yet i jumped from cloud to cloud just to tell myself i was in heaven. i sailed across the horizon on a raft made out of dandelion stems and burnt-out firewood and said that this was kneeling on water even though the sea was seeping through.
i cried to myself when i skinned my elbows on the pavement even aft
mauve
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Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity
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Vivienne Muller
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Les's go into twilight...)
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Vivienne Muller
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Vivienne Muller
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Ever wanted to lay on a giant canvas covered in wet paint?
~~~~~~~squiggles~~~~~~
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Vivienne Muller
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life is clumpy
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Vivienne Muller
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