Little electric shots shooting through my body, here my arms twitch and are ready. My legs remembering a rusty glorified memory. I remember how good it felt to kill you. Took you by the neck and squeezed, didn't feel anything just a perverse love.
All the things I could have done... but didn't, because limits make the power grow.
And yet again my blood-thirsty nature needs unleashing at the hint of the orange glittering in the light. The plants die. The skin rots, the image distorts... and this is all I am. So much more than anything. Yet so below it.
Underneath the stuck-together pieces there is life... from so long ago, constantly being destroyed... and when it dies, all of me shall die. Sometimes, just for the hell of it, it is fed love. I laugh, it cries, we both know pain.

Cloak holding me still;
"but my dear, we are all insane..."

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Reply was posted on 07/20/2008 at 12:17:3

Bullshit.

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Reply was posted on 07/20/2008 at 12:25:19

to the person that replied -

Go fuck your mother

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Reply was posted on 07/23/2008 at 10:44:50

My mother's dead - can I shag someone else's mum?