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Conversations with Black CatThank you for meeting me here today Black Cat #2. I feel like we have an unspoken promise.Conversations with Black Cat
I promise to scratch your head. You promise to accompany me on the front porch, witnessing my indulgence in cheap: whiskey, wine, brandy, and beer. Together we will watch the passing Family Wagons, full of shouting children.
I have to voice this; I don't understand why you always lick my toes. I find it unnerving.
The smoke is thick in this valley.
My lungs hurt, but you're even smaller than me.
How will you survive?
I'm sorry I never gave you a real name.
We acq
by ~nerf-herder7
Roller Coaster KathyRoller Coaster Kathy's making her way through the crowd.Roller Coaster Kathy
Think what you want about her, but don't say it out loud.
She's got a temper like a light switch.
You can screw it to the wall. She's out balancing on the balustrades with nothing to break her fall.
she's not the kind of person who'd have a noticeable absence.
She had too few ups, one too many downs, and she never really made sense.
She had a simple routine
of getting a handle on all her problems.
But once the handle was empty,
she was lost in ways to solve them.
She might be
by ~nerf-herder7
The FarmhouseI gave up on fear a long time ago. It lost its edge. I tasted a serpent's bitter concoction. I denounced it quickly and beat my time in relapse. I kissed Seamus on the drive over. That girl with a boy's name. That boy in a girl body. That demon with an angel touch.The Farmhouse
Life outside the farmhouse is not as warm. There is no stomping of feet while you and I strum and peruse the audience for a night's companion. Before I would only leave the farmhouse to piss or vomit. Now I don't know if I could find my way back to the door. It's cold outside. It's quie
by ~nerf-herder7
Precious Dream KillerBeautiful Deicide, Precious Dream KillerPrecious Dream Killer
You arrived.
Gods savored the last flavors of life (tart as it is), pleasure (a bittered mess.)
They bit into dreams (knowing ever drop
running down the sensitive areas of the neck
was the last.)
You arrived.
And every one fell in love. (A deep sleep. Dreamless) Every one (each brain cell fluttering to collapse) tasted misanthropy.
You arrived.
I never dreamed again.
I never loved again.
You touched my lips.
by ~nerf-herder7
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PerfumeHere is dancing death skinny like a cigarettePerfume
He wants a kiss give him your lovely lips and can you feel his fingertips as they squirm and stroke inside your guts? canyoufeelhim squeeze your stomach and his hand is like a knot of black tongues canyoufeelhim lick your ribs?
He loves how your insides taste
[Like the city lights at night ..or.. Like a poppy field grown over a mass grave.]
by ~wukurd
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- Favourite movie: Post-apocalyptic and Barbarian b-movies, b-horror, exploitation in all non-sexist forms
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Please take this
And run far away
Far away from me.
I am Tainted
The two of us
Were never meant to be
All these Pieces
And promises and left behinds
If only I could see
In my
Nothing
You meant everything
Everything to me
NIN
I know I'll be trying for one.
did you know that you saved me?
probably not.
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sara
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For those of you out of the loop and are quite confused of why in the world there's a DAH-NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! on your page:
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I haven't been on this thing in a long time so I just thought since I was here I might as well say hi to an old friend. I miss you, and I hope I get to see you some time soon!
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~-When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought-~
my ability to create is gone.
i need inspiration.
i think you can help me out.
maybe?
try?
ohhh silly corpse boy.
sara
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sara
It's almost a cool number.
god i hope not.
i'm not dead.
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sara
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...butterflies are passive aggressive...
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