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starsbleeddry — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:15:50 GMT

she smashed her glass heart into a thousand and five pieces... why such a beauty would do such a thing? So, she would be the last to break her own heart as her lover came running up the path, it was too late as he rounded the grassy bend, all the forlorn lover saw was his beauty falling from the cliff to the rocked beach below when they found her, there was crushed, (beautiful, beautiful beyond all comparison) glass in the most pretty colours that day noone knew joy to this day, every year, there is a day, a day where there is a darkness to the air...if, and only if you notice she's still there, that heart never truly broke at all it was all but for a sacrifice she sacrificed her heart and life for the world and now WE, We can know love That day, that beautiful girl, her name Gaia gave us everything, she gave to us of herself-how much more can a mother give? Her Lover-we all had names for him, the globe over. He cried for 6 months. ]and, while he cried, nothing grew, famine and drought ensued. He was unconsolable. He never did find another love. He never stopped loving him, because she was always there, every spring when she brought him flowers and pretty scents and the most magnificent skies and ohhh, the summer rains, how exquisite! She had never left her lover at all! They became one That was long ago, but you can still notice every year, in the winter, some of us get sad. Ever wonder why? They feel his sadness, his grief It's a gift to us really, to be able to feel those fateful lovers' emotions all this time later, even after their race had died off, their lineages weak? A true Love NEVER dies...this is such a Love which will never die, for each other, for each brother and sister.

Born Nameless

starsbleeddry — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:14:29 GMT

I'm the shadow the follows for eternity, the beating heart that haunts you to your last breath, can you feel how far my reach goes? no, oh no, please tell me! Farther than one could ever possibly imagine. How could that possibly be? 'Magick exists little girl' In every blade of grass to every breath of fresh air-it's everywhere. Can you not sense it? 'I can, I can' This was the moment existence shifted forever altering our path

The Eyes of Experience

starsbleeddry — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 03:10:45 GMT

Imagine. You're in a dank little hole in the wall pub. You see one of those oi kids half slumped over a pint. You walk through the slight crowd. You place your hand on his shoulder and kick his leg and command 'Move over punk!' He slides over, well more like a half slump. You buy a few more rounds of the decent call brand, not that rot-gut gin or whiskey or perhaps even the vodka he's become so numbed to by now. And, of course after a few rounds, you offer him a warm place to rest his surely shivering bones. Once at your place, you offer more social lubricant, this time 30 year old Jameson, some of your personal faves, the absinthe will not work, the fucking piece of shit will be able to fight you off. But this isn't about the fight. Now, I'll spare all the lurid sexual deatils(umless you want them, then I guess you ask or have a great imagination.) Well, once plastered, you take him up, finish your sexual chore, because that's what it has become, just a prelude to the ultimate high. That look when the soul leaves his limp, cold body, that rush, the adrenaline, the endorphines, they all hit so fantastiaclly and unsurpassibly euphoric, you could easily get addicted, in fact you id...long ago with your first cahllenge. But, remember, the souls you took and continue to take , they all remmber you, they always will. Karma is real, and that look you see in their eys when they know that their life is at the inescapable end, it will in turn eat your own soul, for tjose looks-they were just bys. Sons, Brothers, Nephews, Boyfriends...granted that they may have been gutter kids, but they were still human....they're coming for you-those eyes. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE EYES OF EXPERIENCE!

Anyone having a Rough Day?

starsbleeddry — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 17:00:33 GMT

Very Sad News! Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes. If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else that may be having a crumby day and kneads it.