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Addicted to good mannersHi. My name is Edith. I'm annoyed. Well, mostly I'm
miffed because I have a boyfriend that cares more about
lap dances and women at a strip club than yours truly and
last time I checked I was still under 25, had a DD
rack, a killer body and looser inhibitions when
intoxicated- AND I didn't charge a dollar a grind.
(Although I suppose I could but I didn't want to cheapen
myself like that). While I was in the bathroom stripping
out of my post club filth and getting into my pj's I couldn't
help to think. Women- although we are wonderful lovely
creatures deserving of praise and some degree of
turpitude- are rather dumb when it comes to
Sweat rolled down my flushed face, beading at
my neck and soaking into my already drenched shirt. I
breathed hard, struggling to bring the thick air deep into
my lungs as if these precious breaths would be my last.
Sharp pains pulsed through my body like torrents,
seemingly ripping muscle from bone. None of this
mattered. Nothing did.
The lights of the Las Vegas Strip danced along
the street, illuminating the grunge and lively emptiness of
the streets. A culmination of sounds that echoed from
each building made the thick air feel vibrate with tension.
Faceless souls wandered the streets, seemingly drifting
from illustrious c
Heaven is burningThere are ashes falling from the sky
grey and fragile, they tumble
like little torn angels
disintegrated dreams of the desolate destroyers
those that have since forgotten who they were.
My ashes are falling, now...
My reality is crumbling
It never existed.
Only what you thought was me.
What you now see...
is the result of what the phoenix has brought you.
I am the epiphany.
I am the eternal.
I shall now live
and not be hindered by your restrictions.
and I sh
A Psychotic fairy taleA Psychotic Fairy tale
There was once a beautiful princess that was stranded
high up in a castle--away from humanity. All she had
were the birds that used to occasionally perch on the
tall apple tree in the garden that was right outside her
Each day...she would go to the window and look out and
see the birds- and hear them sing- and her heart would
And night the crickets and the frogs sung her to sleep.
Although she was alone- she was happy in that she
didn't know anything else of the world nor did she
experience any pain or any cruelty of the people that
lived outside her small world.
One day, a girl came upon
RealityBy the light of reality-I am torn
I am broken into millions
Fragments of my life
Shards of glass
That bleed as they cut
The empty holes of myself
And puncture the darkness
They make it visible
My black eyes do not feel the pain
My ripped heart knows no sorrow
My raped soul holds no malice
My mind does not bitterly ache
For the freedom
I have never known
Swallowed into submission
The filth falls around me
The anguish gives me solace
Shrouds of death, I am, within-
My corpse rots like a flower-
Invoke the sharpened shards
Hold my power
Let the story begin....
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