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The wooden fences placed a boundary that only the others could see. Nothing would stop up from meeting up in the middle of it all. I only hope that she will not find his belt before I have set out to retrieve it.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 08.03.2010 @ 4:02 pm

String spindles, still yet with the combined of efforts of the fall; manage to rip independent bodies. Or shall i say bodices. Bonded bodice hanging from your frame

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 05.25.2010 @ 7:48 pm

Fireflies sparkling, plush terrain beneath us, slick sharp shimmering blades, fresh and fertile. The moon summons your hopeful lust.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.30.2010 @ 2:37 pm

He knew little of industry. Jagged dirty buildings and talk of fashion was a reminder of city, thousands of people crammed together into one realm. Crampt and sloppy but nonetheless, thousands of ways were open to those who chose to venture.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.29.2010 @ 8:06 am

Blocks more to go. Walking down the town lane, grey and military murk colored earth that rose like carpet to a flea: carpeted concrete into the horizon and mud washed buildings providing blinders, sight focused within the escapable city. Not truly a city, a whirl of a town. Inhabitants share a character stare, straight-forward and focused, quick to escape to nowhere: keystone trait of this town.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.26.2010 @ 12:56 pm

Cold, auburn and steel. Rust and and a pile of twigs. November black sky. Warmth and terror

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.23.2010 @ 9:52 am

Castaway, I can only see light. Dense, whole and full but to what meaning shall be attached is not is clear as its breaking beams. I do not see whelming beauty. I do not see paradise nor do I see a guiding source.

Nothing will lead a soul better than pulsing impulse.

mmm.. cheese :)

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.19.2010 @ 5:04 pm

You propel yourself forward, into the depths where the waves can still be felt but from deep within, so deep to throw discrepancy into your balance and vision. You see what lies before you in your navy heaven. A castle as seen from above, an angular array of shard surrounding the cylinder. You bring your legs together, slow but powerful to bring forth powerful push. It is too dim to make out much detail of this beaut, remnants of some civilization that seem to be stabilized inside of this black hole inside the ocean.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.18.2010 @ 8:55 pm

Potato shards, unlike decides that toil and tumble by the directed force of shiny steel blades. Lacerating, sending the organic material whirling into the atmosphere. The air is around us and it touches every part of us. The air that caresses your very eyes is a medium to which the potato will use to travel, deep, deep, deep within your puny sockets, your brittle skull. Let it reside. Let it reside deep. Let it travel within you and become a part of you so that we can butter you up. Buttery slathered into the middle of the steel frying pan. Baby you smell delicious. Baby you taste superb. Baby you fill my empty stomach.

(Oops, I may have gone about a minute overtime)

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.16.2010 @ 11:48 am

Gingery curls upon the porcelain skull, a shmaster awaited on my tempered satin sheets. It was ready and it would accept and adapt to anything, adept to the surrounding environment, regardless of its debts. Peace could be brought into the lives in every individual.. in such a fresh way….

LMAO!

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.13.2010 @ 5:50 am

Was really into bondage and climbing through trees and brush, but only when the weather served cool (tingly cold) enough to suit his disposition.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.11.2010 @ 9:38 am

A crow left of the murder. That’s all folks

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 04.06.2010 @ 12:18 pm

I wish people new how hard it could hit a person when they gawk at how ‘unnatural’ my sexuality is. It is in my nature- and I am a component of nature- therefore tis completely natural to me.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 01.13.2010 @ 10:30 am

Grabbed her coat as she headed out the door. The funny thing about rituals is the sheer magic they create of bringing a little drama to your life that others may also feel. The chill of the New Year also brought a chilly breeze of apocalyptic thought.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 01.01.2010 @ 8:28 pm

Worship was only the ceremonial word for “obsessed”. They worship, you should worship the word, it’s all the same. ‘Worship her worship him’, ‘cherish what you’ve got because time is limited’ is what they say.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 12.07.2009 @ 7:20 pm

Often a time, I long to meet our parents. Some Americans have inherited British ideals from long ago and still surface now and then. .

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 03.08.2010 @ 2:19 pm

Such a fucking idiot. How couldn’t I have opened my bloody eyes and taken upon admit to all of the signals I was receiving? Could it really have been that much of coincidence?

Talk about blooming defeat.

We are all clone, for better or for worse.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 03.01.2010 @ 2:19 pm

Completely uninspired

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 02.27.2010 @ 1:21 pm

Quite swell I’d say. Alike the curl to this Q that I’ve seen today. Swell, swell, subtle detail. I can only say the most in very little at all.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 03.22.2010 @ 11:40 am

Clip sprang unto the pavement, landing between the cobble pebbles of my driveway. I could almost taste her scent and as it wafted into my pores, my complete system absorbed her.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 03.29.2010 @ 6:19 pm

I was just sitting around with some of the guys up at the office, boxing some old files. What we had thought to be an empty box actually turned out holding a dog head inside of it. Peculiar, the natural spectacles of the once living creature had been removed. Looking back on it now, as I am sitting at the dinner table across from my wife and daughters, I can see BRAINZ tumbling from the eyeslits. I can almost picture my family eating their sweet potato fries, their own BRAINZ tumbling from their sockets, unto their plates. It’s hard to imagine why I have returned to this land. Happy Boxing Day indeed

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 03.30.2010 @ 7:51 pm

Silly mike….

It’s one word a day, mate! Come back tomorrow

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 02.19.2010 @ 9:46 am

Another outage in the store. Managing folks isn’t always the easiest task. Add in the paranoia of mystery disappearance and it’s an utter mess

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 02.19.2010 @ 9:43 am

While the blade was held against his thin body, he did not realize that the user had little practice of the weapon. Quivering shakes had vibrated out against every unknown surface of the dark room.

Posted By xanithxculsha48 On 02.15.2010 @ 8:19 am