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July 29, 2008 at 8:26 pm #1045102
hmm, was just curious as to what people make of this, i have written so much and never really showed anyone.
let me know what you think if you read this, thankyou lovely people.
Hungry transgressor with black leather reveries and his head full of bad things, ‘ we must operate immediately’.
A virgin curls up in terrible fear of a black junky world, with hymen in tact in her leather hole, breathing quietly and peacefully with devil dancers watching and masturbating profusely at the sight of her pure, naked body. ‘we must remove his mind’.
Elephantine thrusts with awkward erotic parlance with dripping sweat and misplaced kisses, roaming dreamy landscapes of tits and smiles and whips with chains and boots; my landscapes of sexuality and deviance. ‘his legs are dying doctor!’.
His ancient hermaphroditic phantasmal gods grind away the bars and locks on his mind and will do so incessantly until he becomes uninhibited, full of dark amatory thoughts and becomes a wholly hedonistic creature devoid of remorse and regret; saturated with dirty secrets and sins. ‘switch off life support, we can no longer help him’.
July 29, 2008 at 9:34 pm #1176943I’m not really sure what to say to that. Definitely interesting…………
Well done for having the courage to put it up though.
July 29, 2008 at 10:19 pm #1176944you sick monkey
July 30, 2008 at 8:32 am #1176945hahaha probably isnt the best example of something ive written as this one isnt really too accessible
im hoping this might be more readable?
Blue floor, comforting, with a universal honesty
You may live you maybe okay
Or you might end up darkening the cerebral halls
Of kin, blood and sexual partners
Never casting a doubting shadow over the blue floor
So present; with bending endlessness
Laying back down blue, face glued to the ceiling
The sanctuary the chapel offers takes hold
Eyes have been known to roll
And roll
And roll
gibberish escapes from the mouths of dying sinners
In the last moments there will come a wild whirl
A saddening whirl, some sort of realisation whirl
this maybe my death blue floor
Quite a hygienic way to become deceased
And within a short moment a somewhat blue, green, pink, mauve moment
That is short but seems long, drawn out and spectral
There is a shift in your world consciousness’
And you (spiritually) and your body (physically)
Become two entities, separate, neither spiritual or physical
Reach out in ghostly ethereal fashion and make
A sickening hybrid of love
Comfort looms almost threatening with smiles and rolling eyes
Blue floor softens and sighs
Beautiful child dies with closed rolling spies
Naïve laughter paints pictorial reconstructions of Christian skies
Haunting and jaunting paranoid minds
Once I sat staring with aching feelings, some of jealousy, at our blue floor
My mind in a state of full vacuous peace, momentarily hounded by ambiguous
Figures of men, I think, in robes and children singing
‘god loves me too’
Serene is a word I would use in the summation of my staring and feeling
Serenely twisted, in love with my thoughts. Serene in knowing death
Was around every endless bend.
Laying back down blue, face to the ceiling.
My spectral spies fell rolling as I muttered gibberish in line to go home
Many roles played out while games were lost
Many games were lost in playing out many roles
The stage, our universally comforting blue floor.
Where our world is blue.was reading through some of the latest things i have written and found the most pilled up piece of writing ever! haha:you_crazy
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