Lydia |
How are you, I'll say to her, and I'll hug her, and I'll kiss her hair, and I'll tell her, sorry for intruding, your life is important to me, your development, your well being, your my little girl, an...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Sep 2009 14:40:00 GMT |
My Will be hers |
Her fashion, once learned is glamorous and decaying, blinding in it's razor sharpness, awaiting the faintest scent of blood to arouse within her the fatal, paralyzing, machinations hidden by her decei...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Sep 2009 04:18:00 GMT |
Forever Mine Own |
Not one to dwell on small trivial issues...Though this one isnt trivial and im not dwelling. If I could only draw some blood, rip some tissue, expose some bone, with bared hands, muscle, sinew, warm b...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:46:00 GMT |
i need a drink |
i watch them walk by and a certain part of me hardens in response, i want to crawl to them, spill my guts, dirty their shoes, their feet, more parts of them, i doubt they will laugh, wont give them ti...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 20:14:00 GMT |
whittling |
Here again, for any who read and misconstrue, or take out of context, or cant quite understand, follow or deal with words not found in some unabridged dictionary, and all those who do understand, or h...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 15:35:00 GMT |
Fealty |
iI smelled her, like a wild dog, salivating my desire, a breaded path for others like me to follow, and her smell I could not refuse, her smell I would not be but a captive of, my arms hanging limply...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 13:01:00 GMT |
I love the sheepish disciples... |
And so it goes on as before, one hole begets another, and this I resemble to a tee...I love to languish in the pool of crap I have so long been aquainted with, no questions no suprises lies or feeble ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 05:38:00 GMT |
Big sister |
when you are left to your own devices it just feels as if you were left, and when your alone you feel alone, and when you start to feel the cold fingers of death sink into your flesh to grasp your bon...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 09:03:00 GMT |
My Maggot |
Before me the Maggot, it's white pasty rings, glistening it's secretions, seemed to cascade to a stop, front to back, and as the last slightly smaller ring stopped, the front ring slowly rose as the c...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 10:17:00 GMT |
part 1 |
i knew myself to be, whether or not i awoke from a deep sleep or what my situation prior even to that was , i just was aware now...and where?..i noticed nothing in my enviroment to give any indication...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 21:05:00 GMT |
