What You See Aint Really Me

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Saturday, February 2, 2008

to death slowly choking

cant escape from the binds of your tortured soul left so much behind when you gave up control no one to talk to who could you tell i sold my soul ain't something you yell the strain of this deal non-existant at first now crushed by the wieght as the burden gets worse the devil's in the details fuck... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 21, 2008

Is my need to know Sin cere?

a thousand times around the block a kaleidescope of kink so many unique fetish grooves makes ya' stop and think what i do ain't to crazed at least it ain't to me tho i'm quite fuckin' amazed at some of what i see how the hell did you get here do you even have a clue i must admit i'm almost shocked... Sign in to see full entry.

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Such a burden that you carry (read at your own risk)

time to do you time to screw you time to make you feel that way cut you bleed you drain you dry cuz its time for you to pay no reason needed no not one for tearing you apart seems this is the only way you bear your soul and heart such a burden that you carry or so you seem to think the weight so... Sign in to see full entry.

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In the jungle that I play (proceed with caution might be offensive)

hair pulled back,tied up tight dont want it in the way you go into the hardware room without a word,no need to say we both know why you've come to me and what we'll do today once again we'll set you free in the jungle that i play arms outstretched wrists together hanging from the hook spreader bar... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Kinky Dreams and fantasies help the passion burn

Crossing the world as we travel to see what we can learn Kinky Dreams and fantasies help the passion burn horny fuckers with monster cocks and nasty chicks with strap on dicks crazy people that dig the pain and some like me with a twisted brain been around the block a thousand times and still aint... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 24, 2007

old st. nick

old st. nick has a twelve inch dick and the bitches love it so they suck and they suck and they suck some more just to watch it grow it's a little known fact but this is true old st. nick loves to screw he's had pussy in every land with every kind of race i seen him fuck an italian girl with a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 21, 2007

twas the night before christmas

twas the night before christmas and all through the town no narcs were stirring and no D.E.A. to be found the joints were all rolled the lines were all laid good thing the connect was recently paid the party was on hey thank you St. Nick a knock on the door yep a HOT CHICK Merry Christmas y'all its... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

a life saving blojob while her oldman laid dead

the blood dried on my face my eyes were caked shut the gash on my neck was draining my life though blinded I saw the carnage i knew the violence so raw the hatred so true i warned you man you know what i do my eyes now focused and taking it in with an ice pack on my neck closing the gash in my skin... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 9, 2007

eluded even more by the description of my part

countless journey's with no end knowing even less about their start eluded even more by the description of my part reasoning has never worked or seemed to play a helping role every time i thought i knew, so wrong,and payed the toll optimism cast aside it's weight had made me weak hope is just a... Sign in to see full entry.

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sundays are soooooo

what really sucks about sundays at least every other one is when my kids leave for a week it kills me inside and and sure aint no fun so quiet and empty as they walk out the door a maze of emotions as i pace the floor wondering what i will miss saddened for sure every other week with their mom then... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

this blog will take you into the darker sides of my poetic energy.You will read things that will make you think I am very twisted or even insane and willing to commit acts of violence beyond your comprehension.Or just some lewd poetry or very opioniated poetry.Thus the title.What you see aint really me.But then again you never know ya' know.

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