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Date Posted: 00:59:32 10/14/02 Mon
Author: fdhfhf
Subject: fjhk
In reply to: kat 's message, "Callie ;)" on 15:41:31 10/12/02 Sat

get up come on get down with the sickness
i'm just a pessimistic little boy. a satirical little boy that lives in is own little devil worshipper fantasy world. no one knows how i feel. don't pretend the sympathy. don't try to bring me into the light, dude. you can't, i've been lost, can't be found. so c'mon, let's have a drink together in my sick little world. come on get down with the sickness.

the sickness is rising don't deny how you feel
home sweet home. oo this ain't home sweet home. get used to it. it's the closest i've ever been, i guess. well ain't this just hilarious. i come to the fairytale land and i am terrified. ha. ha. i kill myself. i don't like the way i look or think, but i'm at that age where i can blame it on hormones. being a kid sucks. and how am i supposed to get along in this idiotic world with these idiotic problems and idiotic feelings? they should let me into the nursery already. i need special ed. i'm goth, what's your excuse? my thoughts are all messed up. i need some swiffers to do some spring cleaning and wipe out the cobwebs. but that stuff is toxic.

having some trouble with these changes
the choleric, onerous oxygen shivered. it was sweltering. too hot. the cut-throat was fixed in the heat, the tepid winds gasping banners with his queue. his lurid spherics contracted critically(sp?), his respiration even and persevering in his breast. the vagabond lounged, sanguine, moonless pools shadowing the executioner's drive. he was juvenile;often overconfident. better to just not risk pissing the important figures off. until he could figure himself out. damn hormones. his stygian bangs stung his eyes, sheet thrashing irregularly(sp?) at his raven ankles.satin canvas lay unblemished at his flank. pretty boy goth. you figure it out.

label--gothic feelings
sex--little boy
stain--paint it black
age--three years
breed--your guess

alias--callie
image--side
p.harem--gullshore




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