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We think about it,
sing about it,
dream about it,
and lose sleep worrying about it.
When we don't have it,
we search for it;
when we discover it,
we don't know what to do without it,
when we have it,
we fear losing it.
It's a constant source of pleasure and pain
but we can't predict from one minute to the next,
which could be today.
PROFILE
Name: Ting
Age: 21
D.O.B: 5th August
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Designed by:
hawKS
Pictures from:
pincel3d
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Saturday, January 03, 2009
there she laid, she laid
wondering if it was a dream or reality played
there she daze, she daze
tearing in the jaws of the pagans
she yearns to be saved
there she frozed, she
frozed
consumed by the strange fire that diseased the soul
there she wrestled, she wrestled
thirsting for comfort & found rest in thy breast
Beelzebub as he was condemn
is it thou fortune not
strangely sweet stench lingers
o'er the decay of thy broken flesh
Perverse satisfaction consumed thee
As the wounds exposed
Near the fiery lake are thee?
Shall prince's mercy lavish thee?
She foundth pleasure
But Damn the soul
Betrayed by passion
sold her soul
Won her over
Captive her sweet flesh
Soul was damn
fortune with her
goddess lebos was won o'er to her
slave to lebos
unlawfully slaved!
remember thy master
remember thy love
remember his breast
remember his caress
forget not his sweet whisper
forget not his kisseth
Away from lebos!
Away my love!
In the wilderness with coyote
is more fortunate than being her slaves
death ends the pain
but damn lebos cage thy soul
where is thy master
where is thy love?
Most unfortunate
unfortunate not