impervious longinus, you rib cage and keys sucked and swallowed calloused all shades of pink and flesh pricked penetrated and bled bedside i went to war bare, you had your shaft and spear.
The DreadthenewjournalDecember 24 2004, 07:06:23 UTC
The dread on your face it made me hit you. The panic in your body it made me want you. The struggle you made it made me feel, it was all worth it.
I loved it a lot.
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Fear no, for this is war and has only the noblist of intentions. And under His hand, the light of God will take over the darkness. And Fear no, for this our war and we ride into battle for our search.
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Sugar and spice, and everything nice. In ribbons and bows, I send to you. Harsh be the man who sends her away and harsh be the man you. I hate you!
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In black night I ride towards you. In pace of my longing. And I hope you will be happy when I give a red rose. And I want you to love me. I am so scare. I love you. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ <====stiches
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aesthetics of a journal (and boy)a_tilted_bottleDecember 24 2004, 09:20:01 UTC
you have an amazing journal. you must get this all the time (you have quite the fan base). steep directed me towards your journal once or something; i liked the feel of it so i added it. i never commented. but now i feel i want to because you are beautiful or something along those superficial lines. and judging by lines like "you had your shaft and spear" i take it you're gay.
Re: aesthetics of a journal (and boy)a_tilted_bottleDecember 24 2004, 22:55:01 UTC
i do silly things late at night. or was it early in the morning? i haven't slept in days, who knows. ignore the previous comment and let me make a more general one. I added you. I don't expect an add back; I've noticed you play God when adding people back.
You have pale skin. You also seem somewhat artistic. I liked the St. Sebastian. I thought it was very clever; seemed like something I would do. That might just be me being narcissistic as a denfese mechanism.
The little five lined poem of a bottom tidbit under the picture above sounds tragic. Why do you do it if you think of it as war? How often do you get around?
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I love moles tho...
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The panic in your body it made me want you.
The struggle you made it made me feel, it was all worth it.
I loved it a lot.
-
Fear no, for this is war and has only the noblist of intentions.
And under His hand, the light of God will take over the darkness.
And Fear no, for this our war and we ride into battle for our search.
-
Sugar and spice, and everything nice.
In ribbons and bows, I send to you.
Harsh be the man who sends her away
and harsh be the man you.
I hate you!
-
In black night I ride towards you.
In pace of my longing.
And I hope you will be happy when I give a red rose.
And I want you to love me.
I am so scare. I love you.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ <====stiches ( ... )
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"And Fear no, for this our war and we ride into battle for our search."
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"And Fear no, for this our is war and we ride into battle for our search."
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this is our war
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You have pale skin. You also seem somewhat artistic. I liked the St. Sebastian. I thought it was very clever; seemed like something I would do. That might just be me being narcissistic as a denfese mechanism.
The little five lined poem of a bottom tidbit under the picture above sounds tragic. Why do you do it if you think of it as war? How often do you get around?
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