i am not a man |
sadly enough its true, Im not a man... Im an asshole. Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 12:48:00 PST |
CONTEMPLATING TRUST |
Here is something I cant understand...
why is it so hard to trust despite giving your trust?
I give you a part of me that most people have never even seen and you take it for granted ripping it out of... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 10:57:00 PST |
IN HIS WORDS |
The Burning Crescent
Part I: The flame that does not die.
It was in the city of Manila that a young man named Neil sought to fetch his mother fr... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 09:20:00 PST |
EVIL ERUPTION |
Kyo, the Demon Incarnate sat alone in a darkened room shadowed by dim hues of candlelight mulling over his plans to gain sweet revenge. Brow wrinkled with a wicked smile that... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 04:32:00 PST |
MY CAGAYAN DE ORO TRIP |
Sometimes you dont know who your friends are.
There are some people whom you can trust and some who trust you.
Such a sad realization to think that those that youve spent years on developing a bond w... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 07:33:00 PST |
The 3 worlds |
In the nation of frost seven mountains north of the Belva plains stood a gateway portal to the world of men and the spirit world. There world magic was at its strongest and at its most uncontrable for... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Wed, 10 May 2006 08:13:00 PST |
she devil without respect |
FUNNY HOW ALOT OF PEOPLE SAY THEY WANT TO BE RESPECTED...
I KNOW IM HOT BUT I DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED...(pretty dayan)
HERES A CONCEPT:
Respect begets respect.
If you dont respect other people... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Wed, 12 Oct 2005 10:43:00 PST |
blurt 1 |
Today I laid in bed awaiting the sun to rise from behind my open window... the sounds of an undoubtedly dawning new morn brought the sweet scents of baked bread, meat and brew to my buds and watered m... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
THE DREAMER |
Waiting for the voice to calm down, Myron peers through the eye hole and sees a familiar figure... it was a man... covered by the snow... drizzle laid in every direction and as he touched the doorknob... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
PROLOGUE: |
In a house just beyond the bends of Smallfields Rd., a few trees away from the main avenues of Mapple town lives the young novice writer, Myron Michael Baker.
As an aspiring best selling horror writ... Posted by DEVIL INCARNATE on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |