

LOVE IN SCREAMSLOVE IN SCREAMSLOVE IN SCREAMS
As the knife was thrust into her breast. I felt my heart stop, could this be true love? Could I find peace through her screams? As I twisted the knife I could hear the disfiguration of bone and sinew. It was like music, my own church choir.
I removed the knife and began to violently trust it into her chest. The blood began to pour like wine. I looked at her face riddled with pain and confusion. She was looking into my eyes. I turned away and began to caress her freshly wounded breast. The blood was now covering my whole arm it appeared to be trying to take over my whole body. I dropped the knife and b
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"The way which can be spoken of is not the constant way."~Lao Tzu
i know you probably dont use this site anymore but
i was reading through some of our old msn convos... man, i am so sorry im such a meanie loser face
ps. chelsea and the 16 monkeys say hi from mars.
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Just wait till the fun begins...
*shoulder tap*
*nudge*
*ignor..-ment.*
i don't think ignorment is a real word, but fuck it.
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(disregard the past few days.)
hi PJ, i didn't know that you were on DA! How are you!
p.s. it's me, kristi buchler.....
(and on a more practical note: do you know your sister's e-mail address? and maybe could you tell me it if you do?)
(her email is maddi_beth@hotmail.com)
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