其實我是spacedunce5在養新的帳號啦， 所以本篇不列入秋之作考量。 Lust and lamentation I dreamed of Eva, she was free fair and beautiful, kicking her beloved soccer ball in the wide stone courtyard - or was it marble? The ball flew past an ornate fountain sprouting streams of hope from its fleur-de-lis, like my hopes come forth at her golden hair, flowing, flowing. She picked up the ball and threw it to me: Punt it! So i did. It arched in the air like a white pebble thrown of boredom by the creek; it curved over an oak mighty and stoic. i ran to fetch it, return it, and found the white pebble in April's hands. Gold became black, white turned into orange, oak leaves to backboard; a crack on the floor was a freethrow line. A game of one-on-one ensued, she scoring the same as i, until we exhausted each other. She leaned against the post, and i posted my hand next to her head, and she kissed me - almost: I have a boyfriend. NO!! Does she not know what she is to me? the reason i show up for class my safeguard from falling asleep aphrodite in these barbarous times guinivere not yet found by the king yet the king has found you. I am not that king. Then i left Freud's kingdom, and entered my own. --

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