Of Thine Destruction, I Drink, To Be Your Blood.... |
Into your eyes, I fall eternally
The scent of your skin burns my beingAs your touch sends tremors throughoutAt your feet, I tremble in anticipationI await my devourment with fevered disquietude
As you... Posted by Bear on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 12:54:00 PST |
Keep thinking your way is the only way. I'll be over here stabbing you. |
So I tend to enjoy getting to know people on a real basis after seeing glimpses of their personalities in public. On occasion, I'm incredibly psyched that they turn out to be cooler than I ... Posted by Bear on Tue, 01 May 2007 08:23:00 PST |
Thinking, waiting and...fasting? |
So reading does amazing things to me. I'm reading Siddhartha by Herman Hesse and it's made me realize I need to finish starting over. Over the past year I have been in a state of flux. At ... Posted by Bear on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 02:12:00 PST |
I've come to the realization... |
...that if you don't love, or at least relate to, the movie Ghost World, you'll never really understand anything I ever have to say. Posted by Bear on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 05:05:00 PST |
...with mind and body forsaken, liberated... |
Prostrate oneself to the throne of desire. Suckling on the tit of agony, I am your servant. Dissection...Closer inspection brings revulsion. Putrific I stand. Entrance to Nothi... Posted by Bear on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 12:08:00 PST |
Horror |
Frequently in dreams I have encountered moments of utter weakness or impotence. The inability to react quickly is the manifestation within the dream itself. We dream that someone we care f... Posted by Bear on Fri, 05 May 2006 01:23:00 PST |
...and then....nothing. |
One of the myriad ways to die that is now high on my list is by train. Ah, to get smashed by one of these behemoths would truly be bliss. Allow me to set the scene. A bitter cold Jan... Posted by Bear on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 07:16:00 PST |
Matt to Kristy.... |
I have little doubt that a massive heart attack will finally fell this mighty oak, but at least I will go out with joy and the spirit of having dined well. You, on the other hand, hate life, loathe yo... Posted by Bear on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 06:50:00 PST |