L U P S C H A D A . C O M                                      an exercise in self-indulgence

If eyes are windows to the soul, then words are windows to the mind...

I like to spend most of my free-time with friends, but all play and no work makes Jack a dull girl.

Or something like that.

As our esteemed government has thoughtfully pointed out,"What a waste it is to lose one's mind." How true, indeed. And so, of course, I would require something to keep my mind on its toes.

Or something like that.

So get comfortable, pull up a monitor and maybe a caffeine-drink of your own specifications, and enjoy my poems and stories.

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Nothing I Love

there's nothing I love like
little skin
your lonely skin
to twist and fold
at my earliest convenience

there's nothing for you
but the tide of my thanks
sweeping your toes
sometimes
in the morning

you come to my
curled lip
you come to my
never
but then again
maybe

and there's nothing I love like
little sin
your lonely sin
you offer it like blessings

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