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03 May 2003 @ 01:40 am
You-know-who...  
I'm jealous. My anons are no where near as fun as Bibble's.
 
 
Mood: jealousjealous
Music: The Beatles - Nowhere Man
 
 
 
(Anonymous) on May 3rd, 2003 04:19 am (UTC)
eYe h0p3 y00 DiE aNd lEavE a BiG fAt WaSaBi FiLLeD cOrpSe.

sincerely,

faye

...oh fuck.
S0n of N00n: heh (etc)bibble on May 3rd, 2003 05:35 am (UTC)

aaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha
Mellen: Onegai shimasu!absentmammoth on May 3rd, 2003 06:49 am (UTC)
Awwww...thanks sweetie! You're so thoughtful ^_~
(Anonymous) on May 4th, 2003 05:07 pm (UTC)
this is not the way
the fire breathing left my nice coat all soiled
sometime again i would like to stir your chemistry
we had a sizzle but a long travel sapped the energy
in the depths of night sometimes i find my imagination drifting
will we meet again?
here is something i found scribbled on some toilet paper in a gas station restroom:

"When violence penetrates the soul is does so with the incestuous prick of a loving father. Easily sliding that throbbing member into a cunt dripping with anticipation. The flower long since spoiled by daddy’s special love. Sounds of bone cracking brings one back to that safe, dark, wet place that always leaves you empty when it’s gone. Is it better than sex? Hell, it’s better than heroin. It is the place every heart longs to reach when trapped in this civil society. The thing to always remember is that the jail we humans have built is not lacking of doors. If you are smart enough, cunning enough, hungry enough, you can find a way out. Freedom is the sweet salvation. Forget Jesus, Buddha, Allah, whatever the fuck you worship, cracking open a cabbies skull with the crowbar from his trunk will show you the meaning of life. Standing there with your foot planted on the chest of his corpse you will know the intensity of being alive. The knowledge that the claw on the end of the tool was really designed to be sunk into flesh to tear out ribs will seem so obvious. I would not fault you if you even felt the need to run your hands through his spilt guts. I would not even be ashamed to call you a friend if you then shoved your gore covered digits down your pants and fondled yourself. Who could imagine a more exciting lubricant than fresh blood?"

goodnight
sweet dreams
if i find you in mine i am sure they will be
Mellenabsentmammoth on May 4th, 2003 07:43 pm (UTC)
Nor this
You're trying too hard.
(Anonymous) on May 4th, 2003 09:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Nor this
wish i could say that was written on the spot
wish i could say it isn't just an excerpt from something bigger

cuz it honestly creeps me out

(Anonymous) on May 4th, 2003 09:45 pm (UTC)
here is another part
previously posted someplace else:
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"i love you" she said.
i smiled at that, a warm, sympathetic smile.
slowly i raised my arm , keeping my right hand in my pocket.
she took the lead, my eyes beaming in approval as she stepped close into my embrace.
"i really do love you" she repeated.
i looked down into her gaze, my smile showed my teeth.
that smile stayed with me as i slid the knife from my pocket.
her tender eyes, transfixed on mine, did not even notice the hand coming up to cover her mouth.
only when i sank the blade in did any realization cross her face.

the pathetic animal, better to kill it than let it suffer.
how miserable it must have been to think it loved me.
me.
love me?
how completely pathetic...