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Tue 27 Apr, 2010 03:07 am
They are weak creatures. Moronic, and easily hurt. I don` t have any empathy for them.
The sunlight is hell fire for me, but the night is mine. I have the smell of cum and blood. I rise. Coming to focus gradually.
Only in my own mind that i could find eternal peace.
I am in pain, but I find a slight joy in the suffering of others.
Please, kill me, and let my pain end!
Stick a fork into my eye until it reaches my brain. Let me help you pulling my stomach apart, while i eat my own intestine.
Do you enjoy seeing me pealing my skin away to reveal my bones, and blood?
I am your God, master and holy mother.
Shut the **** up, and me feast on you.
O.. The sweet taste of blood.
@VideCorSpoon,
You ever read Poppy Z Brite?
It tastes of her.
@mister kitten,
If it is meant to pray and not prey i would say 'sweet spray' sounds cool.
@William,
William;157074 wrote:Really? Which part?
william
Haha Not sure.. not taht it was bad, just not my taste..
@TuringEquivalent,
Scary.
I would love to say that you are a sick man, however, I've also had my sick moments. Therefore, Who am I to judge?
@TuringEquivalent,
my son would appreciate it...
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