The Goblet of Shame

We fine ladies of the Cutright clan have designated the Goblet of Shame. For each idiot we may have felt fond notions for...your name is writ upon it. If we are weak enough to bring you motherfuckers ...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 05:37:00 PST

And hate guides our way

I see you there, poisoning the air and I want to attack. To tear out your heart and lay you flat on your back and VOMIT a world of AGONY and TRUTH into your throbbing illness of memory.
Posted by Natural Assassin on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 12:43:00 PST

Run, rabbit, run

I'm not even sure why I'm typing this, but at this particular moment I lack pen and paper. This is just gonna have to work. I hate remembering bad things at inoppurtune times. What a shadow to cast ov...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 06:28:00 PST

Dont Be Afraid

We, as women, have become  blind to our divine nature, that Earth Mother that dwells within us. We have, for too long, measured our worth in the reflection of the eyes of the men that gaze upon u...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:58:00 PST

.....and it sounds like armageddon......and it sounds

like armageddon.......i'm sorry i'm sorry baby i'm sorry GODDAMMIT I'M SORRY (i'm sorry) baby....baby....won't you just...won't you just come back inside and we can laugh a little and live and die and...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:33:00 PST

bodies

And their soulless empty bodies whisperedA secret language I couldn't decipher but somehow understood. And their cries were"Feed me...Feed me..."And I did
Posted by Natural Assassin on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 11:23:00 PST

Bittersweet

How bittersweet you are, the fruit of my disillusionment. Intoxicating, your poison arrows are my drug.
Posted by Natural Assassin on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 11:04:00 PST

Truth and art

Truth is like a still life being painted by a dozen different artists from a dozen different vantage points and no two will ever be seen in the same light. High lights are emphasized, like the curve o...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 02:17:00 PST

Of some relevance

So I find myself examing...analyzing, over-analyzing....I'm a bitter creature with cancer of the spirit and no cure. When words couldn't break me, his fists could. I think about love and all it's trap...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Tue, 27 May 2008 02:25:00 PST

The Dark Place

you see there's this little place I like to go, I like to run and hide---deep inside, where all the nightmares are real,and all the monsters come alive, oh, but the things I've seen in soft, soft visi...
Posted by Natural Assassin on Tue, 20 May 2008 10:02:00 PST