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Hell no, I don't want to end up dead |
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I'd be kinda flattered, but not really |
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 6:44 pm
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These two are about a year old. I have a fascination with stalkings, kidnappings and obsessions (especially when they all come together, ie: The Intimacy Stalker). I've also written a few short stories but they aren't polished enough to be read by other people yet. Not that these are super-awesome or anything.
Euthenasia
There was so much love in that room. I look back and smile- she was so beautiful.
Even though she is no longer with me, I know that she is with me always. I dream of her.
I remember the first time we lay together- she was a bit scared to I tied her to the bed, just so that she would feel secure.
She was loud, she must have liked it. But a little too loud, so I gagged her, Just so the neighbours wouldn't complain.
Someone must have told her something bad about me, she hit me and ran away when I untied her. I know she didn't mean it though, we were in love.
I followed her to try to reason with her. She fought me hysterically and wouldn't listen, Just screamed.
She was out of her mind so I did the humane thing. I put her out of her misery, and gave her a service in my backyard.
I know what you're all thinking, That it's illegal. But I believe in euthenasia.
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I can't remember. I really can't.
No, I can't remember her red boots and red hair. Her black dress- that was her way of letting me know she wanted me. Not that I remember.
I don't remember following her down that dirty street, she was too good for that filth. Not that I remember.
I forget that she lay in my car. It took some persuading, but blood and rope suited her anyway. Not that I remember.
And if I took her to my basement, locked her away from the dirty world, and wrote her love poems every day (not that I had to- she knew I cared), I don't remember doing it, officer.
And I certainly don't remember where I left her to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 1:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 1:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:32 pm
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