hunker

Mar 13, 2004 16:23



pitch forks disgust me. the country & it's people scare me.

without my lover, i spent time on an old farm where i could not help but imagine the tattered bodies that once swung from the trees. everybody was in love with me & everybody wanted to tie me down because they aint known a girl like me never before. i tell them i know & many parts of me ( Read more... )

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w mark40e March 13 2004, 14:27:26 UTC


wow - that left me so exhausted. it was amazing.

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Re: w swung March 13 2004, 14:36:31 UTC
i'm exhausted. it's been a very intense week(end) & i still have to do tonight.

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rosesinbed March 13 2004, 16:47:10 UTC
the crashing of our hips began to sound like wet war drums ringing severe thoughts through my body which he was inside of & therefore the aversion had no place to calm itself & find solace in the pupils of my love. i fell to his chest & kissed his mouth because i felt too violent, fucking my god like i hated him.

fuck. just ... fuck.
i've emailed you. have you received them?

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swung March 13 2004, 21:50:26 UTC
mothlight.net's server is down so i haven't been recieving comments or letters all day & this is the first day i've been home in a couple. you can send at hergrapes@yahoo.com if you'd like.

i'm excited although a bit furious that i can't read them right now. i'm craving exposure and confession. i want to be interrogated to the point where i feel bewildered.

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rosesinbed March 13 2004, 22:19:42 UTC
all my love. has been sent.

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hissy March 13 2004, 17:16:05 UTC
& shivered myself to sleep holding my brave cutlery in my right hand although i was afraid that perhaps i might stab myself to death in my dreams, but i'd rather it be me than you who takes my life,

oh god, i know.

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swung March 13 2004, 23:07:26 UTC
at home, i have two large daggers hanging next to my bed & every night i lay me down to sleep i know i'm putting myself in danger. it's kind of a way to keeping pushing myself to trust myself.

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utensils March 13 2004, 21:06:15 UTC
i know what it is to be beaten and bruised with hand cuffs, melted wax with his hands all over you. longing nights to desire love, to be loved and love as love. never being able to sit still. wanting to paint your nails red and suck your lips dry. because i fucking love you and i'll set a place for you at my dinner table. its that way that you just know and we both breathe.

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swung March 13 2004, 23:04:38 UTC
i want to ravage you. sweetly. seriously. your words to me make my head burn steady.

i've never had a father & never really wanted one; i've always wanted a hunter. i need a fervid violence to consume me. i'm so hungry all of the time, biting the filters of my cigarettes until i finally fall asleep. i can't get full; can't help but think this is what god must feel like.

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freshmowngrass March 13 2004, 21:08:38 UTC
"you are tall as the boondocks"
my mother said that to me in my dream this morning,
this is scaring me a bit.

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i lit the wrong end of my cigarette twice today swung March 13 2004, 22:56:26 UTC
i've been having weird connections with people alot lately. i love it.

i had a dream i was towering over my lover; i was like 6'5. it was strange, i felt proud.

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