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Person ABC posts on 1/26/2013 2:33:31 AM
I can't stop thinking about penis. I think I might actually try some to see if this is just a craving or maybe, I'm gay.
Aristotle Onassis posts on 1/21/2013 6:01:16 PM
It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.
Rain posts on 1/14/2013 11:44:47 PM
Thanks for calling hun, how can you say think that Im not interested in talking to you.. :( when all I want Is YOU! I will call you tomorrow before I go to work..
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Rain posts on 1/9/2013 1:27:01 AM
Hi sweetie, i tried calling you.. But,im not getting true to you, and i cant even leave a voicemail.. :( plz call me.
bunnylost posts on 1/6/2013 7:46:43 PM
oh, you. i dont understand you. you say we should talk more, i agree, you send me a heart, i send one back. then suddenly you go..i wonder if you dont like me anymore? did my insanity show? or did you find someone else?
i do miss you, horribly, but i dont want to be the one always texting first and being a clinger. im terrified that i might shove you away with being 'too much.' do i talk about sex too much? does my sarcasm bite rather then humor? i thought you liked those.
please. i miss you. i need you. please be the old you- or tell me so i can avoid a shattered heart.
if you want to distance yourself until we can be together, I get that- just.tell.me. give me something to grasp so you just haven't suddenly started ignoring me.
i don't understand men yet, i'm barely more then a child. please just tell me. i won't cry, i won't fight, i just need a scrap of information.
if you love me, won't you let me know?
Anonymous posts on 1/4/2013 10:19:56 PM
Anyone ever thought about blowing up the IRS, or corrupting it? maybe use prostitutes or janitors, even drugs. Anything is possible even blackmail and extortion. Any of its employees could be used for couasing massive manupiluations in the funding.
Brosef Von Fusen posts on 12/22/2012 3:18:12 AM
She had propped her pale legs up on a couple of pillows, she liked it when the blood slowly slid down her body and into her brain so that she was red and flush when she awoke. He slowly pushed the door open, i creaked lightly like a meak ghost calling out for justice. The expanding band of light started thin at her tiny feet and slowly illuminated her almost trancluscent skin. His mouth filled with bile at the sight, and this physical reaction perturbed william slightly, he had never felt any thing short of anticipation at the thought of, and elation after the conclusion of, a gayly planned rape.
He slid into bed besdie her like a drunken husband with whiskey and strippers on his breath trying not to awaken his slovenly snoring wife. He waited and watched her breath, they were were shallow and inconclusive, a whisper with no secret. He put his nose up slowly and within an inch of her concavity, feeling the change in temperateure and humidity on his nose, already warm with the rush of an alcoholics circulatoriocs. The moist exhaltions smelt of ramen noodles and desperation. He sideled up next to her, slowly moving his hips to tuck his body slightly under her, so her weight shifted from her side to her back, and as she rolled, he slowly rolled with her, like a clown mimicking and shadowing.The slow roll brought her slowly to a hazy conciousness barely out of the reach of the sandmans magic dust. He had positioned his face so the tip of his nose was cusping on touching her meaty jawline. He was watching from an extreme angle that made her eye the apex of her giant cheek, he watched as her eyese sloyly open and luledl around, the faint intrusion of her porchlight pushed through her sheer curtains and bled enough light that henry could see her pupils dialate slightly, and then he could tell by the way her eye froze, looking straight forward, that she had gained full conciousness rather quikly, and maybe was having some questions about why there was a wamr 200 pound sack of warm potatoes in bed wtih her. He decided to help her by offering,”oh maam. its just me. bernhard.”she bregan to shake as though she were trtying not to convulse.
“well maam, i couldnt help but notice, that your throat. its milky, white. its pure and unadulterated. its like feild that needs plowed, and i DO want a boundtiful harvest this year.!” he put his hand over her mouth, to stop the strange sqeeking and whimpering that was erupting from her throat. it reminded paul of an animal, but he couldnt figure out wchich one in the moment. He felt her triceps and back muscles beginning to tense, and knew that if she were a fighter, she would try to run soon. being the craftsman that shellouf was, he had a speech for just such an occasion.
‘honey....ive got a condem, and a knife, dont make me use both”
AKI posts on 12/18/2012 11:57:12 AM
I just hate you. Really. I hate you so much that i'll use you till im satisfied. you never care about i feel just spout every single thing that comes up from your mind. When i want to leave you, you say you want curse me? seriously grow up.
Maybe. posts on 12/15/2012 10:30:31 PM
I'm really sick and I feel like I have no one to take care of me. I'm only 21 and I am slowly watching myself deteriorate. I am too young for this. How am I supposed to keep myself going? Knowing the rest of my life is going to be like this. How am I ever going to be happy with a family? I hope karma brings me someone good. Please. I've suffered enough.
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