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Post by anirbas on Feb 13, 2007 22:50:05 GMT -6
The living are haunting the dead... Running across the green coverlet of their collectively shared bed... The living are haunting the dead...
Flesh and blood are vandalyzing granite and marble... Not carving fine lines across its cold inanimate skin... Instead, fissuring it; ruthlessly dashing it to the ground... Flesh and blood are vandalyzing granite and marble...
Breathers are not graced with the dignity of the breathless... Leaving the destructive hoof and paw prints of minions... Not the harmless vapor trails and condensation of ghosts... Breathers are not graced with the dignity of the breathless...
The embittered living are haunting the dead and gone. Desecrating a graveyard of hallowed memories.
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Post by dawness on Feb 14, 2007 4:36:47 GMT -6
why am i reading this on Vday? LOL... you shook me up, sabs.... now, breathe, sweets! heart--tugging gem!
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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2007 9:22:50 GMT -6
hehe...stuff like this happens when i watch the local news... inspired by a story concerning a cemetary, that has been scandalized and vandalized by the so called "living"...probably a band of teenaged boy thugs, hopped up on ice, x and liquor...
poetic justice i'd love to witness...the haunted dead rising up from beneathe their coverlet of green and scaring the living literal hell out of those little bastards...
little disrespectful shits running right and left, screaming for their mommies...
ooh...ooh...quit it...ooh...that might make a funny, scary, little short story... to bad it's Valentine's Day and not Hallowe'en!
breathing as best I can and hope you're doing the same, Sweetness! Sabs.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 18, 2007 22:54:25 GMT -6
~Step Across My Grave
Blessed may you always be... Go forth and prosper after you step across my grave... Shine like the star you are... And remember, once upon a time, I thought you rare, worth fighting for... Before I died, changed to moulder and mulch... Seek cold comfort in that and cease haunting the dead, pretty please... A cemetary should be a place of remembrance, solitude and solace, quiet; not ringing with pleas of have mercy on me... But, blessed may you always be...
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Post by vixen on Mar 18, 2007 23:23:14 GMT -6
Simply beautiful, taunting,pleading. Glorius work, gave me the shivers it did. Love insight.Such a talents, beautiful woman you are. Love always... vixen
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Post by anirbas on Mar 18, 2007 23:34:17 GMT -6
Thank you kindly, Vixen...I cherish you...Regard and prize your comments, most highly...Beautiful woman that you are...Funny, I really needed to see someone solid right now...And so, I did...You...Love you for that, and always, too... Sabrina.
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