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I like a little of everything, except rap. Can't says I care for that.

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I guesss I am a bit of a dork, my favorite show's are all the BBC shows they play on PBS.

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Amon	Jul 5, 2008, 07:54 PM
	Have a nice day

dcriggs	May 2, 2008, 12:25 PM

Coldraken	Apr 11, 2008, 04:42 PM
	How are you? I hope you have a fantastic weekend! John __________________________________________________

Onefromthebadclan	Apr 10, 2008, 11:33 AM
	SuicideKiss.com - Deadly pictures, gothic horror, sick layouts

DaveDoom51	Mar 28, 2008, 06:34 PM
	Have you ever walked by a derelict sleeping in a doorway???....I have often wondered what path led them to be in that doorway...how madness could so destroy them.......Here is one man's explanation! I hope you enjoy The Beguiled She asked a question of me, it reverberates in my head---she asked me if I’m happy, if I’d be happier when I’m dead. I find myself now thinking, of the choices I have made---pretty sure my soul is damned, surely that is better left unsaid. Dark thoughts spawn uneasiness, birthplace of my dread---perhaps I should consider, what occurs when we are dead. If only death would bring surcease, deliver me from pain---no longer seeking evil pleasures, bring me innocence once again. Such thoughts as these accompany me, tonight's journey has no ending---no solace for my tortured soul, I am trapped within this foul intending. Knowledge gained so long ago, demands that I fulfill---fell obligations to this power, seeking someone's dreams to kill. Majik surging deep inside me, causing my obscene erection---desperate to complete my task, no time now for such introspection. Sounds of gnashing teeth assail me, at my entry to the shrine---acolytes of Satan's promise, on the floor their limbs entwined. And there upon the ornate altar, writhing to the ancient chanting---nameless woman gestures to me, unsurprised I find I'm panting. Which daemon is it now constrained, within my human form---who takes this willing offering, that the world can be transformed? How many times, how many places---how many women beckoning---I can’t remember all their faces. This daemon that’s inside of me, fulfills his ritual mating---which writhing member’s dream’s fulfilled, which lusts were consummated? I think I have an answer now, to my daughter’s question---an answer now so long forgotten, a matter tied to indiscretion. Some of our youthful choices, often glibly made in haste---can grow to such proportions; they can lay our lives to waste. I implore you gentle listener, please take these words to heart... Power gained from others' suffering, has no wisdom to impart! © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Mar 27, 2008, 02:33 PM

DaveDoom51	Mar 25, 2008, 07:42 PM
	I was looking through some older stuff, and this caught my eye...Hope you enjoy! Neophyte Incautious neophyte, wandering aimlessly---exploring borders, questing shamelessly... For secrets hidden, from mortal awareness---her innocence making her, unforgivably careless. Stumbling upon sour earth---foul pregnant entity giving birth... To one whose awful name inspires---malignant dreams, demented mortal desires. Birth signifying, death of dreams---beauty forever lost, birth-mother screams... Writhing and moaning, changeling clawing inside her...birthblood jetting, pooling beside her. Into our plane, nightmare born again---neophyte aghast, driven nearly insane. Grotesque incarnation, seems to be grinning---gazing coldly at mother, dreaming of sinning. Backing away, neophyte desperately striving---for surcease, from the image of this changeling arriving. Frantic noises,unkowingly spoken---bowels voiding in horror, darkest dread still unspoken. Birth-mother grunts, changeling's foul actions resuming---suckling mother's teat, her life-force consuming. Sated for now, changling casually disdains---this dried husk once his mother, all that remains. Inching carefully away, elders must be advised---foul abomination lives, birthed before her eyes. This thought paramount, neophyte swiftly fleeing---away from this abattoir, her wide eyes unseeing. Distance desired, from this unthinkable depredation---away from cruel changling, seeking salvation. Stinking breath on her neck, suddenly discerned---claws severing flesh, somehow unconcerned... Curiously calm, she finds herself on the ground---desperate screams go unheeded, for there's no one around. Changling capers in glee, such despicable carnage arouses... Thoughts of succulent mortals, asleep in their houses. © august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved

Onefromthebadclan	Mar 24, 2008, 09:25 PM
	Buried at PhotoCasket

DaveDoom51	Mar 21, 2008, 06:13 AM
	Here is the newest….I am afraid it comes from the dark side, lol…..Not for the young or faint-hearted…..I hope you enjoy! Desperation Swirling cloud of desperation, sweeps across her soul---this awful lonliness, such desolation...too awful to behold. Never in her reckoning, not once in all these years---has truth been so unkind to her, she sheds another bitter tear. Daughter of such perfect darkness, using others' fears---existing on the fringes, broken hearts...her souveniers. Who is this pagan stranger, allowed access to her world---a cunning beast inside of her, cruel daemon from the nether-world? Looking in the mirror, is that a blemish she discerns---another fucking disappointment, to add to her concerns? Groaning from the other room, interrupts such ruminations---sounds as if he's stirring there, aware now...of her desperation. That strutting bytch aggravated her, grated on her nerves---he will watch that bytch's suffering, no less than he deserves. Rueful smile parts her lips, craving carnal satisfaction---retribution gained this night, will end that bytch's...two-faced actions. Weeping from the corner, excites her rising passion---pathetic bytch cowers on the floor, begging for...her kind compassion. She glances at the pair of them, what did they think she'd do---"Am I someone to trifle with, someone to be abused?" Squatting down beside the bytch, making sure that he can see---she displays the razor in her hand...her desire now set free. Screaming echoes in her ears, as she sets about her chore---deftly she removes the nose, she just can't stand this whore! Rising slowly she turns to him, showing him her prize---"will you still desire her, find pleasure 'tween her parted thighs?" As she leaves, she glances backwards...at her mother's other daughter... Bleeding freely, that awful wound...ensures her sister won't defy her. © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved /center

DaveDoom51	Mar 16, 2008, 07:21 AM
	Well, I finished the prequel to "Devil's Plaything".....remember that one??? Well here it is, "Cheyenne", I hope ya enjoy it!! Oh and by the way, if my posting my work on yer comments is not agreeable with you, please let me know, and I wull no longer do so !!! (I am such a poetry slut...sigh) Cheyenne Abbey’s walls still surround her, hateful bells announce her plight---breathless dreams of elusive freedom, her quest for reunion begins tonight. Biding time ‘til she was older, vague memories haunt her sleeping---no more patience for separation, no more secret midnight weeping. Sacred glow…impending woman-hood, marks her lovely child-like face---something else there… not quite so pretty, the risk that it will take its place. Fiery eyes keen and probing, looking out ‘neath innocent’s brow---making even brave men cower, destiny’s promise now allowed. Mother’s voice is silently calling, as she casually leaves this place---so easy her escape accomplished, reveling in freedom’s sweet embrace. Moon-glow offers welcome succor, as she finds herself alone---past forbidding darkened doorways, recalling memories of cheap cologne Wondering at this in-born majik, that which certainly guides her way---priceless gift so desperately given, when her mother gave her away? “Cheyenne”, her mother softly whispered, on that night so long ago---“remember always gentle daughter, my love is with you…though I must go.” Music draws her to a window, magic portal through which she peers---graceful profile of her mother, easily distinguished through her tears. As she watches through the window, her mother’s gaze attracted---to the sight of two men struggling, terrible violence therein enacted. Such shock revealed in mother’s face, all animation drained---Cheyenne feels her awful sorrow, escaping through the window pane. Suddenly, the violent stranger, calls out her mother’s name---“Candida I shall have you always, for my rival now is slain!” Cheyenne watches as Candida, accepts what she has seen---horror reflected in her eyes, her mother begins to scream. Groaning as she turns away, Cheyenne can bear no more---frantic in her movements now, she searches for the door. As she races ‘round the corner, she spies the entry way---rushing forward in her panic, her footsteps echo her dismay. Tragic figure exiting, as she finally gains the door---red light brightly shining there, confirms Candida is a whore. A thousand answers flooding through her, without a single question posed…. She takes her mother’s hand in her’s, this chapter in their lives is closed. © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Mar 12, 2008, 06:48 PM
	Here is one I just finished today….Hope you enjoy !!! Sacrifice She feels so out of place here, eyes wide with disbelief---the death of tortured innocence, she hopes will bring relief. Capering forms around the blaze, seem slightly altered now---viscous quality to the air, passions' madness sought somehow. Were those really antlers, she discerned upon the head---of the friend who had invited her, to this celebration of the dead? Or just a trick of firelight, she refuses to believe---shifting images all around her, alterations impossible to conceive. A wildness creeps inside of her, blood screaming through her veins---warm desire begs fulfillment, sweet release...what she will gain. Delighted keening fills her ears, hooded figure upon the dais---those around her yammering, as they chant their ancient praise. The others seem to know their roles, what is her purpose here---a sheen of sour perspiration, lubricates her dawning fear. Her gaze drawn to the figure, standing on the stage---she notices just how large he is, she discerns his awful rage. As if her legs possess, no volition of their own---she finds herself approaching him, her features cast in stone. Hands reach out to touch her, as she journeys to her doom---perceiving her role with clarity now, demi-god to be her groom. Unconsciously her hands attempt, to smooth her raiment down---for after all the clothes she wears, will be her wedding gown. At last she ceases walking, arriving by his side---a brief triumphant smile, reveals the courage she found inside. Startled gasp escapes her lips, as she looks into his eyes---depth of his evil revealed to her, somehow she's not surprised... To feel her precious organs, spilling out upon the floor---the questions she wished answers to, are not important anymore. © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Mar 10, 2008, 05:37 AM
	Hey there !! Thanks for the add. Hope to hear from you soon....in the meantime, here is some prose you may enjoy ..... Daemon Mass Gasping she awakens, burning eyes are with her still---treacherous shadows all around her, infernal actions to fulfill. Perspiration beads upon her brow, surely dreams cannot be real---recalling with awful clarity, what her dreaming did reveal. Something now inside of her, a restlessness it seems---desiring dread fulfillment, now urging her to scream. The mirror on her dresser, patiently beckons her to gaze---upon the inner workings, offering solutions to the maze. Resisting this temptation, sliding lower in the bed, why must the night torment her, demented voices screaming in her head. Such clarity un-nerves her, startling visions somehow require---actions totally unfamiliar, evil excesses to quench this foul desire. Shivering in anticipation, is that excitment that she feels---delicious quivering in her loins, guilty pleasure she conceals. Remembrance replaces reality, within her room this night---who knew such awful wicked thoughts, could engender such delight Lost in thoughts of cruelty, fevered brain is now consumed---with luscious thoughts of her fulfillment, carnal depredations are resumed. Casting aside her blankets, she finds herself upon her feet---shrugging off her night-dress, last vestige of her sanity gleefully retreats. Writhing to the harmony, of ancient chanting masses---stretching towards the heavens, hands making forgotten arcane passes. Gliding easily across the floor, inviting mirror looms---peering into the mirror's depths, discerning evil daemon runes. Contemplation interrupted, visions of forgotten lands---innocent finds a jeweled dagger, clutched in her sweating hands. Un-seen mouths caress her breasts, breath rasping in her throat---moisture gathers on her nether lips, she hears the daemon gloat. Passion burning in her soul, thoughts losing all importance---muscles jerking in her thighs, delightful physical ascendance. Moaning her acceptance, she thrusts against the heat---daemon's organ fully fills her, satisfaction almost complete. She drags the blade across her throat....orgasm flooding through her--- Blood gushes, heartbeat weakens....mirror's visions become a blur. © December, 2007 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved Wickedness She walks alone in darknes, disdaining sight.....perceiving worlds undiscovered, she claims the right... To wander where she will, spell caster...fatal charms arresting ...her own soul's master. Admirers, some cautious...bold ones wishing to hold her tight...impudent souls kept in a jar, by her maiden's bed at night. Some regard her as evil, others avoid her path...scurrying dwellers living here, simply don't incur her wrath. Drawn by the moon, delicious silver light...change tingling in her bones, she wishes to run tonight. Blood images form behind her eyes, desperate cravings dark result...excitement whining through her veins, human feelings, cruel insult. Powerful sinews thickening, sliding--desire churning...changes sought and found tonight, urgent needs forever burning... Reveling in this killing form, screaming desires at the moon...passion rising by the second, savagery commencing soon. Fleeting images urgently demanding...disires' insatiable longing commanding... Growling low she starts the game, changeling tissues exhulting...fevered lusting growing sweeter, orgasmisic ripples resulting.., As human nectar fills her mouth, locked in passion's throes...first kill tonight, not satiated---perverted carnal lusting grows. Woeful keening fills the wood, deceitful moon is gone....too quickly over, appetite not appeased---unsatisfactory dawn. She walks alone in darkness, disdaining sight.... Revelling in sweet secrets....she knows she owns the night. ©June, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved

NettieKat	Jan 26, 2008, 09:46 PM

Onefromthebadclan	Dec 15, 2007, 08:05 AM
	Touch the Darkness

NettieKat	Dec 12, 2007, 09:35 PM

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