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Dennis

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About Me

I glow crimson from the effects of esthetics, subdued and helpless. Like a anxious pace of a wild tiger, contained in manipulated irons, it certainly wrinkles out my heart strings. To think nothing of desires I take plunge at clay, stone - in a mire so heavy it's only the strongest who can swim, unrelishing dedication to suffer. I want to be so truly, most emphatically, unrestrained boasting, in crying tears grieviously as asking that you like me and think me special

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

To someone who lives outside there own pictures. To someone who lives outside themselves, I congratulate you. For being the person you've been. Relaxed, at peace, so good natured; I admire the composure you boast, it's quite hard to notice your the killer.

My Blog

Detatched together

Loosely felt and briefly constricted/Our time together, intense, burned quickly to cinder-like affections/cleansing free a spoiling greed/my lecherous soul had desired/Breath, I breathed out the wrink...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Dec 2004 23:28:00 GMT

Beach Coves in Summerdale

It's the hills that I've walked down before, they make my feet itch. The cream colored thickets of wild shard sandy beaches is where I relieve them. And to think it is not even my home on the opposite...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Nov 2004 01:39:00 GMT

Flatsom shores

I felt all the worlds existence tighten against my heart strings/until it swelled and gorged my throat with tears/its flavor, salty, tepid, and insipid/I grow weary under spells chanting greivance/I a...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Nov 2004 10:22:00 GMT

Bush is evil

A voice echoed in the darkness, from out of the rubble. It was light like feathers landing on water at first, but the ensuing ripples gained substance and became a dense, bright vibration: "I am the...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Nov 2004 09:25:00 GMT

Destroy the instincts to survive

sorrow end your soul completely anabashed to conceal the conceding completely indeedly concedes your failure
Posted by on Mon, 01 Nov 2004 14:36:00 GMT

I remember being encumbered...

I remember being encumbered and feeling once quite well. I could carry two-door cabs that seemed no heavier than a bell. Now and days I can hardly pick up anything, let alone myself, from the ground. ...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Oct 2004 13:45:00 GMT