Hear Me
Iconoplastica feeling nooses tied to the carotid beardless.
I do not believe the human habits, too many hypocritical divination hoisted to the glory of idols.
I felt that I had never heard a sound.
"I come from afar, I was not segregated in a house made of wood and statues, gold and mosaics, vivid times of excess. I live essence of ancient, raises a stone and I'll be there, moving a timber and you'll find me. " Today
among humans watched with puzzled looks, barter page for sins to be served.
I always heard rumors of alms to high price, packed by expert hands and scrupulous.
I heard from my discerning eye more closely, a tear of despair, a stifling of purple hands that made me melancholy.
I wanted to find my facial features softer, lighter ones to take me from this darkness insistent.
I wanted to be Frank, I tried to resist the temptation to escape and redeem my sins in his hands, in the open, where no one could ever wrap themselves of my losses and give me a lesson in the catechism, so easy to memorize and delete After saying.
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Friday, September 26, 2003
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Fuckin 'crazy
'll eat your guts to take on the face of anger I now find I have. In
tricks I want you to perish with my nails under your skin bastard.
unbearable lies without elegance, feel at night when my cello make up the requiem of your death. Why
perish in a music that you've never heard so far.
Look in my face and hold on tight balls in my hands, my breath of death envelop you until your last breath do not beg for mercy.
But I have no heart or soul to be able to save, and I do not even desire.
moans when your body will issue the final Razzolo of life. Look
bastard and get a torture more cruel in my eyes.
Because your time has come, because it 's supposed to go, so that was to end the day.
'll eat your guts to take on the face of anger I now find I have. In
tricks I want you to perish with my nails under your skin bastard.
unbearable lies without elegance, feel at night when my cello make up the requiem of your death. Why
perish in a music that you've never heard so far.
Look in my face and hold on tight balls in my hands, my breath of death envelop you until your last breath do not beg for mercy.
But I have no heart or soul to be able to save, and I do not even desire.
moans when your body will issue the final Razzolo of life. Look
bastard and get a torture more cruel in my eyes.
Because your time has come, because it 's supposed to go, so that was to end the day.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
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If only I could, with the frenzied beating of cilia, change destiny, vomiting blood save what you can not.
The heart full of hate, my wings severed feathers issue of charm, for those who suffer, for those whom life has
forgotten in a place where there is no longer smile.
I may not amaze me more bad habit of indifference of mankind. The executioners
still ask for their drink the blood of life.
I ask you with smiles you believe, you dictate with their power, I slam in the face as a fellatio. And these tears
night that blend with the salt of islands that do not touch more time.
I learned how to dry them with big hands that I thought I did not have.
I hate the man in his case, having pants or skirts, which is sincere or hypocritical.
And at night the silence is too loud, you fucking deafening, a thousand thoughts focus on one thought, one in distress.
In this torment that keeps me alive. In the desire to
entrarti bowels and contract your illness.
In that breath that will give you life and mark in my death.
Give Ann a smile and let her near her favorite flower.
If only I could, with the frenzied beating of cilia, change destiny, vomiting blood save what you can not.
The heart full of hate, my wings severed feathers issue of charm, for those who suffer, for those whom life has
forgotten in a place where there is no longer smile.
I may not amaze me more bad habit of indifference of mankind. The executioners
still ask for their drink the blood of life.
I ask you with smiles you believe, you dictate with their power, I slam in the face as a fellatio. And these tears
night that blend with the salt of islands that do not touch more time.
I learned how to dry them with big hands that I thought I did not have.
I hate the man in his case, having pants or skirts, which is sincere or hypocritical.
And at night the silence is too loud, you fucking deafening, a thousand thoughts focus on one thought, one in distress.
In this torment that keeps me alive. In the desire to
entrarti bowels and contract your illness.
In that breath that will give you life and mark in my death.
Give Ann a smile and let her near her favorite flower.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003
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The tears rose
my need to discover, to bestow on this night a different glow to soothe in a moment, before he died and revisit my past, which I have many stories to tell, in my naive and clumsy 27 years . I supported
a cornucopia in the window for my luck defaulted to fill my empty wrist of my most precious jewel.
I keep in mind the place where I left off, the mountain you can see the sea and its mists that hide the small islands that my refuge, where I was going to cry alone, and those that could listen without judging me silently, if not you?
I went there with my dad told me your story and I lovebambi small, my eyes glued to his lips, I followed him without distraction.
said that you were in love with a hunter, and yet I imagine your first kiss, inside the cave, those glances that we stole from the madness of the enclosure.
And I heard a loud music that penetrated the soul in that sanctuary, sand and glass scratch the skin.
After your death, he was the first to see the first smile that you gave the afterlife.
of him I was just a number, I still feel the smell when I brought up there by you, and cuddle her baby, to show her that he loved her.
needed him.
so strong anger to see more horizons back, which never end in my thoughts of death.
I'll never forget, rose the mountain, I will never forget him, my blood still pulsing pain in my stomach.
my need to discover, to bestow on this night a different glow to soothe in a moment, before he died and revisit my past, which I have many stories to tell, in my naive and clumsy 27 years . I supported
a cornucopia in the window for my luck defaulted to fill my empty wrist of my most precious jewel.
I keep in mind the place where I left off, the mountain you can see the sea and its mists that hide the small islands that my refuge, where I was going to cry alone, and those that could listen without judging me silently, if not you?
I went there with my dad told me your story and I lovebambi small, my eyes glued to his lips, I followed him without distraction.
said that you were in love with a hunter, and yet I imagine your first kiss, inside the cave, those glances that we stole from the madness of the enclosure.
And I heard a loud music that penetrated the soul in that sanctuary, sand and glass scratch the skin.
After your death, he was the first to see the first smile that you gave the afterlife.
of him I was just a number, I still feel the smell when I brought up there by you, and cuddle her baby, to show her that he loved her.
needed him.
so strong anger to see more horizons back, which never end in my thoughts of death.
I'll never forget, rose the mountain, I will never forget him, my blood still pulsing pain in my stomach.
Monday, June 30, 2003
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Larger eyes
Dry breathe.
Leave me alone, just now, for my eternal life.
This is my promise to you.
Look at me here, so far from you.
are bent on my side more comfortable.
Stephen continues to spy on me, in and out of my house, when it comes to stalking.
I love being watched, do not suffer from psychotic disorders.
To see, to wink and amaze.
Sometimes I realize I'm a big branded a bitch, but others, I would leave everything. Bello
the pot of wonders, that his beautiful black color, which will stain the snow with no smell.
Here I am in heaven.
not remember anything like what happened a few days ago. I feel
between lips slightly painful.
bastards, fucking bastards, you got what you wanted, my face disfigured, my handsome face disfigured, for your grand rustling in my hands.
I throw my head back and breath, cuddling my face with wet fingertips. On
bath, brushing me, I pollute my fingers on the tank, the tank pants and stroke my lips.
Tenderness without violence.
For each shot, my eyes away, tears withheld greedy fists of air.
I prayed in silence this morning, locking my tears on a mirror reflection from the sea. I
hidden jewel that, you know what I wanted out of the reach of criminals, my eyes have studied that place where only you can find.
And when everyone is asleep at night, you turn to put your hand into that hole and turned to stone for the day, my desire.
'll bring you change my soul, my angels and cleansed the necklace will be traded again.
Near a heart, divided by barriers of graphite power, I'll rest and you will come to fill my eyes with sand.
Dry breathe.
Leave me alone, just now, for my eternal life.
This is my promise to you.
Look at me here, so far from you.
are bent on my side more comfortable.
Stephen continues to spy on me, in and out of my house, when it comes to stalking.
I love being watched, do not suffer from psychotic disorders.
To see, to wink and amaze.
Sometimes I realize I'm a big branded a bitch, but others, I would leave everything. Bello
the pot of wonders, that his beautiful black color, which will stain the snow with no smell.
Here I am in heaven.
not remember anything like what happened a few days ago. I feel
between lips slightly painful.
bastards, fucking bastards, you got what you wanted, my face disfigured, my handsome face disfigured, for your grand rustling in my hands.
I throw my head back and breath, cuddling my face with wet fingertips. On
bath, brushing me, I pollute my fingers on the tank, the tank pants and stroke my lips.
Tenderness without violence.
For each shot, my eyes away, tears withheld greedy fists of air.
I prayed in silence this morning, locking my tears on a mirror reflection from the sea. I
hidden jewel that, you know what I wanted out of the reach of criminals, my eyes have studied that place where only you can find.
And when everyone is asleep at night, you turn to put your hand into that hole and turned to stone for the day, my desire.
'll bring you change my soul, my angels and cleansed the necklace will be traded again.
Near a heart, divided by barriers of graphite power, I'll rest and you will come to fill my eyes with sand.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
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Bloody Sunday
Take care.
This is my blood, my bloody sunday.
I plaster this time to provide some kind of separation between the hands and mind.
I came back here. Failure to
too, in the pages of my life maculata.
eyes I invented new colors, indelibly this time, I myself I want to elide.
The pendant around his neck leaving just a shade lighter.
I look from afar and become new mantis without religion. For
raging inside the meat thinner. Let
lovebambi, I will not hurt, my money, I kept hanging in the balance for the patrons of the night.
My cello ...
I pulled out of his grave in the small storage room of silence.
I have not taken not to dirty my wickedness, I have not toyed with for fear of scratching, panting really want to feel on my body, my
every violent lash, for all my knife near your strings tight.
What to do with tears again, my work has been the same as always, in the morning, when I return, I close the curtains and dream
lovebambi to caress, to kiss in the full moon where I'm humiliated and impaled.
Frank has become a memory, I forget that with great difficulty.
Fennel is gone, I was left with only a crimson scarf to put on the wrist for luck. Ann
Good luck, it's your day, the day after, before your dead, before all. My
AnnG
Take care.
This is my blood, my bloody sunday.
I plaster this time to provide some kind of separation between the hands and mind.
I came back here. Failure to
too, in the pages of my life maculata.
eyes I invented new colors, indelibly this time, I myself I want to elide.
The pendant around his neck leaving just a shade lighter.
I look from afar and become new mantis without religion. For
raging inside the meat thinner. Let
lovebambi, I will not hurt, my money, I kept hanging in the balance for the patrons of the night.
My cello ...
I pulled out of his grave in the small storage room of silence.
I have not taken not to dirty my wickedness, I have not toyed with for fear of scratching, panting really want to feel on my body, my
every violent lash, for all my knife near your strings tight.
What to do with tears again, my work has been the same as always, in the morning, when I return, I close the curtains and dream
lovebambi to caress, to kiss in the full moon where I'm humiliated and impaled.
Frank has become a memory, I forget that with great difficulty.
Fennel is gone, I was left with only a crimson scarf to put on the wrist for luck. Ann
Good luck, it's your day, the day after, before your dead, before all. My
AnnG
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
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welcome to all
will not be a journal like the others.
Here we will only follow you if you and Ann in his, in my story.
L.
will not be a journal like the others.
Here we will only follow you if you and Ann in his, in my story.
L.
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