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Deadly Princess

I, a beautiful young woman, age beyond your comprehension sat on the porch of an old lady’s house i used to know. Shes gone now, dead. I look out onto her farm, the long corn in rows of only 20 this year. It is the 17th century and farming and whoring are the only jobs… Continue reading Deadly Princess

Published 2004/03/07
Categorized as uncategorized Tagged 17th century, acent, arsonal, back yard, comprehension, innocent eyes, reins, soft voice

lyme covered corpse

Breaking the door down he came at me with the force of a train out of control. Trying to think fast I moved out of the way. He came toward me with the embrace a jaguar has on it’s prey. My father was drunk again and he was on another rampage of astronomical proportions. Coming… Continue reading lyme covered corpse

Published 2003/06/08
Categorized as uncategorized Tagged back yard, dirtball, lifeless body, lyme, morgue, peek, rampage, southern comfort

Lyme covered corpse.

Breaking the door down he came at me with the force of a train out of control. Trying to think fast I moved out of the way. He came toward me with the embrace a jaguar has on it’s prey. My father was drunk again and he was on another rampage of astronomical proportions. Coming… Continue reading Lyme covered corpse.

Published 2003/06/08
Categorized as uncategorized Tagged astronomical proportions, back yard, embrace, hunting knife, lyme, morgue, peek, pounced

Bloody Kisses

The blood there, was just so much of it. I loved it so much. Just the sight of blood. It excites me to see blood. How it can flow or even drip very slowly from someones body. Thats how I kill. Very slowly so theres so much pain, strugling, and sceaming. My latest victum died… Continue reading Bloody Kisses

Published 2003/05/28
Categorized as uncategorized Tagged back yard, bloody kisses, civilization, perfect man, ribs, stupid girl, victum, victums

She of the Past

She was the kind of girl you couldn’t tame. Her parents went balistic at their attempts to control her. Their demands to reduce the volume of her music wated, Even threats of pain if she didn’t take that mascara off were futile.

Published 2003/03/21
Categorized as poetic Tagged back yard, best friend, boyfriends, conversations, holiday night, kind of girl, lairs, wild memories

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