Category Archives: Sex or stunning lack thereof.

Random bits of writing

Pulling into a nearby truck stop he looked around with eyes that were not exactly his and not exactly sane. Finding a one at the truck stop wasn’t difficult, since he got back he could feel them. It was almost … Continue reading

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What is Known

I know that love is hate twisted around to suit a purpose. If one thing my current circumstance has taught me it is that it is better to die fast and young than it is to live. Now I know … Continue reading

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Not OK

He said he would love me but was scared of the 1% of the time I was crazy. So he doesnt want me. Why does that bother me? Because I don’t want me. No one does. Obsecro, mihi facultas videndi Deum angelis … Continue reading

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What I want

I offer to let you use me in any way that you want – no request is too strange or unusual. I would love for you to do to me what pops into that wonderfully wicked brain of yours. Ever … Continue reading

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Ok So I am a bit more fucked up than normal

Rule number 1 Always have an exit strategy Rule number 2 When you start to make your self think that you are crazy you probably are Rule number 3 When you can no longer cope use the exit strategy When … Continue reading

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What I want

I make it no secret that I will eventually die either by a situation I have put myself in or by my own hand. I do not want anyone to misunderstand this fact. It is not that I dislike life … Continue reading

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On the Edge

As I curl in my living prison watching the leaves that shielded me all day I realize that it is happening again. The reason why I live my life in this desolate land of twisted images and all things sharp … Continue reading

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Addiction

I am not sure how it happened or even if it is possible but I am addicted. Not to any drug known to man or beast but to you. I am not sure how you did it but I crave … Continue reading

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Daylight and Mourning

I watch the horizon carefully waiting for what I dread is coming. I can almost see the crystalline shine on the glimmering black sand. Just as when the green and blue moons recede pulling their lovely soft colour from the shimmering … Continue reading

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Why do you do this to me?

The cold stings my knuckles as I quietly tap on the door knowing that you will hear it. I admonish myself yet again for not using my palm, knowing the bone on would tapping wood only cause pain. Footsteps echo … Continue reading

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