| Subject: ¤°¤°¤°¤°¤:::. Painting Ordered Chaos .:::¤°¤°¤°¤°¤ |
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Date Posted: 18:04:14 03/30/01 Fri
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Chaos
's message, "-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ... Equi ... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-" on 12:35:41 03/30/01 Fri
*His chest heaves, bulging, the raised cavity throbbing with rising fear that steams within him, singing the tender flesh, the tissue, the veins, burnt to helpless black in the midst of mingled pain, both physical and emotional, each acting upon the other, causing the opposite to become a million times more harsh than it had truely been, his heart, consuming it all, pounding, pulsing, collecting heavily the burden of fresh blood and directing it in wild haste to fill the gaps of that which had been lost in the fateful plunge, his side torn, grazed, saturated with the warm, crimson liquid which drained protestantly from its destined course within him, tickling the fresh stalks which lay bent, flat beneath him, drowned, douced in the thick lather of blood which consumed the earth as it had him.......... His weak, frail lobes fall forth at the resonant pace of approaching hooves, hurried, yet wild, broken, pensive steps which hid the truth beneath their paper strides, the truth that she had not wished to approach him, to return to him, this mangled, distorted figure which lay splayed upon the dusting of earth, the mists which had risen from his fall consuming him, doucing him, smothering his waning breaths.... His lids gently draw to look.. To follow the echoing, whispered beats, his vision clouded, yet, clouded by the drain of warm blood which filled him, now, blinding him, saturating the protrudant tufts of fur which strained, erect from the cavity of his lobe, his lips dry with the crust of red which consumed them, also........ Yet words.... Muffled, unclear, fill the slumped cavities, drifting mockingly to his brain, whispering, laughing, pointing and scorning all the way, until the rope unwravels and the notes become clear.........* Chaos....... *His side rises with struggled, protestant effort, his lungs burning, torched with with wild anxiety, the need for the breath of the taunting winds which surround him, pelting him, teasing him, daring him to draw the curls of white upward to fill him, to satisfy the craving which lingers within him, circling his mind with concious threat.....* You need not be sorry.......... I have failed you, Chaos, and this is only worse, because I am in love with you....... I swear this... I promise.. I have never broken my vows to you, m'love........ Please don't leave me now.. For this is yet another promise, a promise that I will never break.........
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