July 2, 2008
Miracle #0005 Oh fair cup, you chalice my life blood, and yet your beauty doth of itself persuade. And tho you quench my needs and flow thru and thru and offer yourself wholly to me, replenishment is of the tounge and mind, but incomplete. Oh true you have turned the niggard to a complacent soul and swiftly attacked the churl in my heart. But my envious eyes creak open in search of their own gift, to feed on beauty and find but nothing. Flickers and wavers of dull light, no shadow or hue to ease into focus, no gift for eyes red as my own. But what is this, fine cup? One final gift? Hath you felt my focus scrape by and answered to their unheard cries? Oh fair dregs of lifeblood undrinkable - you have arranged your form to please yet again! Your beauty within is unspeakable! You are slave to my every whim and need, for this phallus which presents is like the sweet kisses of a thousand angels upon my eye balls. I saith to the heavens - Oh fine cup of angels! glory, behold!

Miracle #0005

Oh fair cup, you chalice my life blood, and yet your beauty doth of itself persuade. And tho you quench my needs and flow thru and thru and offer yourself wholly to me, replenishment is of the tounge and mind, but incomplete. Oh true you have turned the niggard to a complacent soul and swiftly attacked the churl in my heart. But my envious eyes creak open in search of their own gift, to feed on beauty and find but nothing. Flickers and wavers of dull light, no shadow or hue to ease into focus, no gift for eyes red as my own. But what is this, fine cup? One final gift? Hath you felt my focus scrape by and answered to their unheard cries? Oh fair dregs of lifeblood undrinkable - you have arranged your form to please yet again! Your beauty within is unspeakable! You are slave to my every whim and need, for this phallus which presents is like the sweet kisses of a thousand angels upon my eye balls. I saith to the heavens - Oh fine cup of angels! glory, behold!

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