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occasionally i come across a blather trail and follow it curiously, [for i am nothing if not curious] and while wending my way down the track of other_peoples_words sometimes i find a wolfprint and i squat down to touch it every so gently and straighten back up again with slightly more beauty in my day so pats for the wolfboy who randomly gifts the world with his words for they are so often beautiful
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werewolf
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one must be careful when following wolves.
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for they may fall in love...
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werewolf
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either way devoured
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everyone falls in love with you
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werewolf
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admittedly, i've yet to. let me return it well enough, just once.
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then devour me, dear lupine one, for i am never really far away. return love at least once - if not more, it's that essential, even for a predator. even wolves are caring creatures who seek companionship and love.
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werewolf
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and the distinction between love and hunger is conveniently ignored, never existed, or breaks down right on the night when it most should and shouldn't. but how do you know you aren't prey?
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daxle
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whoever you are, you have clearly not seen the boy doing a frenzied DDR jig, sweating profusely, holding on to his pants lest they fly off.
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o dear lupine one, i am never prey. you may think i have substance, but you are left empty if you dare to try devour me. it does not matter if i allow it, for i am never filling nor filled. and i did not consciously ignore the distinction, and i do apologise; however, i hunger but never love, so i know one but not the other.
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werewolf
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did the distinction ever exist? neither filled nor filling. i suppose this is the only lonliness, and what we're born into and from. now i just sound cryptic. but at least i didn't add an O to it.
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werewolf
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as for my vaunted DDR abilities...if i didn't take DDR seriously...there'd be one person with less hope for a better tomorrow.
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hunger is a lack of a thing. love is a thing. imho, hunger can cause one to believe that they take in valuable sustenance (love) when all they're really doing is drinking a slimfast (insert half-love breed here). carry on.
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love is something which draws us towards another and provides us with satisfaction when we achieve it. so is hunger. love is something only in the same sense hunger is something - it's a motivating visceral emotion. they both involve a lack though. and both involve satisfaction when that lack is temporarily filled. love is hunger on a higher scale, or hunger is love on a lower scale, however you prefer it.
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stork daddy
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emotion might be the wrong word for hunger, but subjective state associated with emotions would seem apt.
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stork daddy
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after all, both hunger and love have mood and physical sensation components.
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werewolf
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what the fuck am i talking about? no seriously. i need more than 3 hours of sleep a day.
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i see you as you are. i allow for the brief, impatient display of unwilling surrender and then continue to admire your beauty and how i all i want to do is touch that wet spot between your legs.
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i want to suckle your words.
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Bite
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Hungry and Love both make me want to tear things with my teeth.
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werewolf
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the terrible nudilation of hunger, the twist of a shin for a moment against the raw unprotected tendon - and yet the inertia of desire rolls pain under it like a wheelcart lemming down a hill like the furious steeling of a patriotic gesture. we salute ourselves by destroying ourselves. we all want to live long enough to feel that moment that one single moment when it is right to and foolish not to let go. because we will be crushed either way by the severe rolling of our hearts one and only pleasure.
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what's it to you?
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blather
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