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dawn is breaking here
and so i must back to my casket lest the rays dust me in the daylight like particles twinkling in a quiet room |
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beware the silence
its scent of nothingness not fresh stale air it hears sadness without tears it sees millions of drones busy at inconsequence it feels footfalls on pavement soft pace to nowhere it knows the dreams you are quietly quietly missing 
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Real cool Satan
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Thu 06/03/10 10:05 AM
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it is the coming of the holidays
cold outside and moving through skin drinks at the office party does not solve this nor fire from the hearth cannot fill your vacuity alone the heat you need comes from somewhere else lower than the lowest road deeper than the lava pit the center of your earth only I can consummate you fully burning with fire that consumes inside out that lump of coal which hardened lies where your heart should be
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my goodness, has it really been this long?
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it is the coming of the holidays cold outside and moving through skin drinks at the office party does not solve this nor fire from the hearth cannot fill your vacuity alone the heat you need comes from somewhere else lower than the lowest road deeper than the lava pit the center of your earth only I can consummate you fully burning with fire that consumes inside out that lump of coal which hardened lies where your heart should be I read this sitting here sweating in this Summer heat.. Cool write Slowhand...
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It has been a long time. Good to hear you again, most definitely....
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my goodness, has it really been this long? there is no rest for the wicked  pkd and ainjel
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it is the coming of the holidays cold outside and moving through skin drinks at the office party does not solve this nor fire from the hearth cannot fill your vacuity alone the heat you need comes from somewhere else lower than the lowest road deeper than the lava pit the center of your earth only I can consummate you fully burning with fire that consumes inside out that lump of coal which hardened lies where your heart should be A horny satan......lites tree lights with his fiery tongue....  Am heading to page one to read and enjoy!! 
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Thu 12/08/11 11:42 AM
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Teasing the Devil...Naughty Girl!
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 Its cool to know I'm not THE only dude on here who writes with both heads of wisdom..... Nice write Slow... |
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A horny satan......lites tree lights with his fiery tongue.... That's Hot. Satan says...
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Fri 12/09/11 07:24 AM
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hundreds of tiny loving flames
taste the heat and reach for heaven above the smoking poker a single hot sharp tip circles pressing its point firm scalpel slides without resistance out pours wine with the drunkeness enthusiasm surmounting fears the fire shifts pregnant tinder collapsing on coals with the weight of hell wanting the depths of the pool of destruction |
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hundreds of tiny loving flames taste the heat and reach for heaven above the smoking poker a single hot sharp tip circles pressing its point firm scalpel slides without resistance out pours wine with the drunkeness enthusiasm surmounting fears the fire shifts pregnant tinder collapsing on coals with the weight of hell wanting the depths of the pool of destruction Forsaking "everything" she walks spellbound into the raging fire...NEED to FEED!!...Burning desire too intense to be denied....
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hot damn welcome longing for release of blackness to erase for a few hours at least of painful memory not letting go of awful stuck to our souls hot solder welding parts together wrongly joined mismatched and forced stuck a glue trap to expire in torture dying of starvation of water in this corner of hell hot damned body and mind gnawing itself blackness dares no approach the lighthouse beacon whose fire is affliction and tinder isn't flesh such is brimstone molten regret dying of thirst drying of spirit only old wounds sewn together crazed and cracked patchwork broken and fused and glazed in the kiln forever hot the remains |
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hot damn welcome longing for release of blackness to erase for a few hours at least of painful memory not letting go of awful stuck to our souls hot solder welding parts together wrongly joined mismatched and forced stuck a glue trap to expire in torture dying of starvation of water in this corner of hell hot damned body and mind gnawing itself blackness dares no approach the lighthouse beacon whose fire is affliction and tinder isn't flesh such is brimstone molten regret dying of thirst drying of spirit only old wounds sewn together crazed and cracked patchwork broken and fused and glazed in the kiln forever hot the remains All who venture here be warned!...The spell of Satan's welcome lites up the sky as it burns holes in every rainbow...
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don't cry to me
sinners hold no amusement weakly inadequate will never satisfy the devil loves virtuous and forthright those who struggle and accomplish greatness monumental achievement such souls are rich ripe having distilled stored essence concentrated spirit fuel for eternity to have anguish lose eden remember the summit the pinnacle a lifes' work ruined in an instant oh hell passion burns
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don't cry to me sinners hold no amusement weakly inadequate will never satisfy the devil loves virtuous and forthright those who struggle and accomplish greatness monumental achievement such souls are rich ripe having distilled stored essence concentrated spirit fuel for eternity to have anguish lose eden remember the summit the pinnacle a lifes' work ruined in an instant oh hell passion burns And so it was delivered as the sinners marched onward passing dead christian soldiers along the way...
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Mark this hour
in the red of your desire... A tongue lashing exquisitely laid upon the tender flesh of babes born of me! Take all the time you need For time is your greatest sin! If tears are your only defence I will market you laughing and you will liken unto me! She devil |
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