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I like the way you put in the words of the holiday songs you most likely were hearing on your way back from your last meeting with your lover-when your head is filled with alot of thoughts. Seems like you are in such a turmoil of extreme emotions for this girl who you can't stop thinking about and can't stop writting about. Whether somthing negitive happened I can't tell, your piece doesn't seem all happy. What can I say, you are a poet in love-a very powerful combination.
My turn to start shredding. You make me want to kill myself, twice! (pretend thats underlined). Im tired of your useless journals that mean nothing and are just quotes from a fucking article or something. Or maybe its a song you like. Thats not a journal, thats useless.
Its like this kinda.
Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief
Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
she worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever….
I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
[Fucking her, this is my Fantasy!]
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she’ll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasm
My body now growing numb I don’t know why
I can feel my insides changing into…a god
[What is wrong? Who am I becoming?]
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes
She gets to fuck me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly…
Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face
Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate…
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
GRRR JP MAD GRRRR.
See what i mean, now its my goal to fill your entire screen with this comment. GRRRR. Stop with the bs writing and stuff and give me something real from the heart, and ,and ,and YEAH! Err.....SNOW LEOPARDS SUCK!
If what you're on about is uselessness, then why don't you just kill yourself? I mean, you seem to think that everything someone does is useless, so why not just cut it at its source? While I'd prefer you not to go killing other people, as they might disagree with you doing so, you could just stop your own uselessness by killing yourself!
Journal entries are not deviations, but at the same time, if I want to get a feeling across, or an idea, I will use a journal to do so when it has been expressed in just the right way already. If you are too shallow or too stupid to see that, then you are useless as a human being, so go kill yourself.
Happy now, motherfucker?
Finally, sometihng with feeling. Keep it up, you might get some respect + and presitige as a writer. Channel that Luth. Channel it! Make it into something. Take that anger at Whispering, and that anger at me and do something with it, make into a poem, show us your feelings, who you really are. Show us the angry, depressed side of Luth. Bring it out where we can see.
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We am are not impressed with by you thnx.
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Figure it out.
Its like this kinda.
Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief
Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
she worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever….
I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
[Fucking her, this is my Fantasy!]
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she’ll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasm
My body now growing numb I don’t know why
I can feel my insides changing into…a god
[What is wrong? Who am I becoming?]
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes
She gets to fuck me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly…
Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face
Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate…
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
GRRR JP MAD GRRRR.
See what i mean, now its my goal to fill your entire screen with this comment. GRRRR. Stop with the bs writing and stuff and give me something real from the heart, and ,and ,and YEAH! Err.....SNOW LEOPARDS SUCK!
Journal entries are not deviations, but at the same time, if I want to get a feeling across, or an idea, I will use a journal to do so when it has been expressed in just the right way already. If you are too shallow or too stupid to see that, then you are useless as a human being, so go kill yourself.
Happy now, motherfucker?
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