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Subject: ± They’re Stepping On My Tiny Fairy Wings ±


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…::Cynic::…
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Date Posted: 14:46:05 05/13/02 Mon


…|| i think my souls been bleeding ||…
…|| cant you tell? ||…
…|| its so over your head ||…
…|| i thought it might fall on you ||…




† Ruined tramp of a being patrols outskirts of shadow, exiled by actions not of her own doing. Slender form is overly so, starved and anorexic and dying in appearance. And truly, life had spread too thin across shoulders of hell-bearer, bringing fatale into her own catacomb of illusion and shattered futures and torn promises. Much-needed gasps are taken from need of oxygen and figure shudders, sheer existence slipping away from figure in rainy torrents. Heavenwaters drizzle down ribbed barrel, cracking the brittle glass tattered creature was made of. Never an angel, instead a stoned swallowtail, butterscotch fatale sways dangerously upon snapped pillars. Noise attempts to make itself known, but cords within throat are damaged nearly beyond repair. Brimstone daggers shift to find opportune, sturdier terra, that beneath her raped and shredded to bits. Soiled ebon whip tangles within blood-wet hocks, scraped and tattered from hours of rogue travel. Gaze is cast towards shadows, those which cast bruja away after use had been worn away. Saltwater gathers at crinkled corners of swollen luminaries, the chocolate depths glazed and wincing from migraine-causing sunlight. Massacred remains of mind wish for dam to return, though adolescent’s envisions are twisted and unreal, fairytales never meant to come true. The hopes fallen in a similar manner to vixen’s life, spent being continues trembling, struggling and failing to keep from slipping from her stronghold upon power and life. †



\\you get a prize for finding me//
\\but by the time you do//
\\ill surely be dead//
\\ding dong, ding dong//




.:…a fond farewell from your local lunatic…:.
.:…see you next episode and a happy new year…:.
.:…ja ne…:.



((Lalalalaalaaa…getting’ all my posts done…Hmmm…not as long as I wanted…but I still love it…it’s like, one of the most creative things I’ve ever done…ah well))

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