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That was the time when
magic words were made. A word spoken by chance would suddenly become powerful, and what people wanted to happen could happen,
and nobody could explain how it was. (Rasmussen 1931, vol.8, 208)
I come to you free of all disguises, in hopes
that you will do the same.
To run into the site I created almost three years ago, to remember
passwords, to continue sharing and creating. Never really thought I'd see this site again.
But now here I am.
_CONTINUE SIGNING THE GUESTBOOK_
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Boy catches the start
Unsafe
trade
some poor girls body handed over to some boys touch
oh the cries
the shivering lips
“I promise
to never hurt you”
he looks at her and says with a kiss
Undress themselves of societies uniforms
a
black escape
one another’s minds they do rape
his hands run over her sides
he leans his head against her
stomach
turns and sighs
“I wish to run away with you far from this false life we live, tell me you’ll
never
leave
without me, never allow me to die within trashed emptiness.”
Her mind releases a huge wave of bleached
thoughts
fingertips once picking strawberries from a city farm run over the boys mouth
and chin
they’ve both
thought about the consequences this could all bring
they dwell on it, such a tight grip, they’re both in
now
they dare to only ask one simple question
what will the future bring?
Likeness
pain
what the fuck is there
to gain?
He makes love to her like he has done to no one
her moans make him cum
make the man want to run
danger
love
everything
that’s good and dirty
if they keep this up they’ll be no more hurting
to find truth in something starting
Please know that if there is some piece of work or drawing that you would like to share than e-mail me and I will be more
than happy to look it over and put it up. Also if you wish send me a self photo Via e-mail and I will put it up in "People".
Enjoy!
"SIGN IT!" (GUEST BOOK)
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Know me
like me
love me
only to hate me
again
OnLine Journal Crawl Beneath My Skin
Sometimes I Wonder Where Hate Comes From.
I Guess It Comes From Within The Minds Of The Ignorent And Selfish. The Un-Talented And Stupid. Hmm I Guess I Am Made Up Of
All Of This Also Because Sometimes I Feel As If I Could Hate Myself.
Lost_writings@Hotmail.Com
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