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machiner Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 67MA, US |
Self-reflection of a General sitting next to myself is reason enough for creeping fear -- bile-like and stinking, swatting at me glowing, crying on my ear. Tormented - as Poe, I have my beguiled conscience truth-telling reminding full of thorny lies I have forgot. Lies that were truth when I was taught. I thought I was beautiful -- revulsion looms up! "Keep those horrors to yourself, nasty little man" comes a dead scream horrified by itself. Forgetting to ask permission. Forests burn and grow anew men swathed tight in shiny accoutraments purport slipshod sinewey crawling glory. It is for a purpose and I am rewarded! Crying again as I reflect, next to me on this bench of none bless'd. There! reeking fresh is the death's heart lonley fetish club of flesh. The waiting line is deep but none shall keep those like me waiting. machiner |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
chilling... it hurts to look around within the imagery of this, but I still thank you for sharing your images |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
B - this one reminded me of you know - those little voices that reside . . . nice job xxoo |
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machiner Member
since 2003-03-13
Posts 67MA, US |
That's exactly what it is. Peace |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Marchiner, Very impressed with some of the words and phrases you chose in this piece and a big welcome to Passions. Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. |
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