foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- invocation Oh moonfaced children of yesteryear come haunt me tonight. for I am so lonely I could use an old friend even one hollowed by death. Enlightened by drugs I could see your ghosts the twilight glinting off the rings in your lips but I hate who I've become, as much as I love my new fullness of body pregnant, it seems, with the antichrist pregnant with bleak sterile nihilism Yeah, I could kill I could sliceandsliceandslice and all the red krovvy would flow into my palms turned upwards to you 9:50 p.m. - 2004-09-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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