How can piercing of a body bring about feelings of life? Tingling erections are a part of life that bring sexual pleasure without being touched as arousal comes from being and the natural art of doing. The blowing of the wind on such a wonderful occasion can cause unusual noises to spill forth and make others wonder what is going on inside the individual who is making such vocal nuances.
Pounding heart and racing thoughts...the stealing of breath like a cat from a baby.
My power does not go undaunted, yet I reserve the right to starve. Starve for that which I crave the most and hunger for in the most perverse way. Innocence lacks guile to please the curiosity. The mind forever breaking boundaries that the body holds in check. The confirmation of one's acceptance of another helps to feed the imagination and thus the spirit. I don't fit in the regular world and I feed off myself for now yet I long for the life of the living looking at the need and want factors.
Stabs in the dark and lost feelings of decay bring life. I do now realize that I do feed off others for my own perverse pleasure. However, I note that touch is not necessary as the mind has so much power that simple words cause wings of thoughts and behaviors ranging from childlike innocence to murderous cunning. My friend was so right in his assessment of me being a natural taker of energy, but this energizer bunny needs more.
Happy music - tatt on forehead - wicca star - fangs - Dragon - piercing in face - Blessed Be! Answer: I don't believe in anything but me. I am a weird magnet.
Shit is going on stranger than I can think about. Recognition is only coming afterwards, but recognition is had so I will see where it goes.
How does one maintain youth? Feed off the young!
A note to Grace:
We feed off each other more than we know. You gave me the balls to do something by being there and holding my hand in the most literal sense. You have always been my friend. I, in turn, showed you great things that opened your eyes. A true friendship has always been there. Grasp the tail of the phoenix. Born from the ashes we are anew! Black winged goddess of Osiris see the eve of Eve within the spider's dwelling. Mike was so right about me being the sick bitch behind it all.
Mortal things cease to exist, yet common ground is almost a scent. Watch a wildebeest wait upon the lioness. Watch the wildebeest put up the fight of it's life.
Fangs poison sharp pierce life alive. - Written prior to Dec. 27th, 2006 Posted on Jan. 6, 2007
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