Jan. 1999 I am starting to see something very disturbing. Why have I not converted until now? The exorcisms right? So many fucking exorcisms that I have made it through (Click here for some accounts). I am an exorcist, perhaps a unconventional one. But, none the less that is what they call me. I have foreseen my older self wandering… Continue reading "900|1|80-5|300|50|80|3|9|90|100"
Sometime in 1999 I don’t want to look; I fight the unconscious need to turn my head and gaze at one of the most sexy sights I have ever seen. I busy my mind with lost moments. Fifteen bux and my four years of love, sold in the shape of a small metal circle. A grotesque man sits masturbating secretly… Continue reading "3|50|6|6|5|5"
My thoughts are red I have been living on the carcass of the beast, isolating in my failure. I fought for your kind and your kind defeated me. It’s wreckage is upheld like a trophy in the hands of blind creatures. Your masters have turned convenience into slavery. These demons rule the world with useless broken services, stealing our identities… Continue reading "20|5|1|90|8 :. 9|90 :. 3|8|50"