Not a bad way to go right?
Kinda wish i knew what happened.
That way i can do it again when my wall gets rebuilt as it is bound to do.


FuneralShe wanted to be buried under the yellow Cajun moon when it was full and curious with longing, in a white coffin draped in cat tails and Spanish Moss down by the river running wild and cool.Funeral
She wanted mourners, four and twenty widows - round and jolly with bright plumed hats and fine lace handkerchiefs singing out of tune, their full proud bosoms to blow the graveyard dust away.
She wanted feasts of jambalaya redolent of Christmas - groaning tables pitched across the lawn like a crazy quilt and mam


Burn NoticeLet me be your martyr tonight or your smoking gun (you know you love it when I pretend to be vulnerable) Just wear me and make me see your light and don't take me at face value or let me over-think you. Don't mince words just take me prisonerBurn Notice
and let your lips do what they do best, something cataclysmic with your hands looped under my belt and sliding down my hips to that point where I don't return. Drop a bomb or two let's see what you can detonate and turn upside down in this dirty little town and just p


BleedWon't you bleed for me just a little bit and show some skin and moxie - that fight hanging off your jaw or one of those new blue tattoos that only I can see because I love what you try and hide from all the boys. You make me see death in a whole new light and I can get used to this feeling of sinking into you. Besides, I love how you want to dance at funerals or maybe it's just that black hangs like sin off your shoulders and you sound like a choir, breaking tradition and all those little taboos you dBleed
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Float above the void- do not enter, but taste the sweet nothings on your tounge. There is poetry in despair and epitaphs in happiness where hatred dwells in love.
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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Float above the void- do not enter, but taste the sweet nothings on your tounge. There is poetry in despair and epitaphs in happiness where hatred dwells in love.
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I'm a stranger i have to get to know
im not who i was so long ago
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Float above the void- do not enter, but taste the sweet nothings on your tounge. There is poetry in despair and epitaphs in happiness where hatred dwells in love.
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Yaoi for ever
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Float above the void- do not enter, but taste the sweet nothings on your tounge. There is poetry in despair and epitaphs in happiness where hatred dwells in love.
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Let Me Press Full Veiw So I Can...
FULLY VEIW IT.
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Float above the void- do not enter, but taste the sweet nothings on your tounge. There is poetry in despair and epitaphs in happiness where hatred dwells in love.
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