A Noble Conjecture

I constantly torment myself with my burgeoning intelect...sometimes I wet my pants.

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I recognise my indulgence in alcohol is a cause of concern. I am equally distraught at my incorrigible insistence to partake in the celebration of my continued sluggish state brought upon by self inflicted and militaristic penchant for mindless mutilation. And you may go ahead and assume that God loves you more but He wants you to know that I am still his favourite.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Love's Dark Light


In love's dark light, she rescued me...
Through blood red tears she did see...
My soul I bared unto her...
...broken, twisted...
Rife with sin...
Shattered, far from divine...
The unholy form that was mine...
In shadows of the night she called to me...
Through bitter pain, I came to see...
I let love fly on silver wings...
...released sorrow...
As creatures of the night sings...
The worth of lust's impurity...

5 Comments:

Blogger sour milk said...

I am tryin to identify if those were my veins and if I had ever hugged you in that black shirt of yours, or simply it's actually someone else in the picture. God your mind game is killing me!

Monday, 16 October, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whoaaaaahhh! Hold on just right there sister. Those hands are mine! MINE! All mine!

Monday, 16 October, 2006  
Blogger Demented said...

sour milk : errrr...those hands are my lil sis's.

anon : nope. not yours either.

Tuesday, 17 October, 2006  
Blogger bastard united said...

i know...i know...
do i win a prize....

Tuesday, 17 October, 2006  
Blogger Demented said...

bastard united : believe me, you wouldn't know.

Tuesday, 17 October, 2006  

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