tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235678407163029742012-02-16T19:02:28.441-08:00ADULT ONLY CONTENT (and if you are under 18, go away!)Dustinzgirlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923567840716302974.post-20958612391159699532007-06-22T00:43:00.000-07:002007-06-22T00:45:04.603-07:00

Becoming less content as the light slips. Tears I once had fall unheeded to the grass, And wait for peace to cover them at last. Where the sky lays her lips Upon the oceans cold breast Waits the soul of one long since lost in her depths I wait beneath the dawning sun, My brilliance long since foreshadowed By my trepidation and vacancy. He calls to her upon the wind Carries his

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Shytan the Nymphet The light-less space overcomes senses, defeats, and pulls into its sheer hallow-ness. It breathes against skin, terrifying, tantalizing, the birth of death and sex and horror. Its name is its all and nothing less, nothing more, nothingness. In the palm of pale hands, loving whispers a name across time’s boundless chiseled face. The sound abounds and falls deeper

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If you scroll down to the bottom of the page, you will see Josh Sampson's artworkZombies Eat OneJosh is awesome! You can find more of his artwork at http://scifinity.com/josh_sampson_gallery.htmlMore art will be coming soon!Thanks Josh, you stud!

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So Loves the MarquisBelow the cinnamon treeKnights with charms and bellsAll the sounds of little hellsSilent waits ever so patientlyA scent, the wild sweet peaFoul, that sex and evil swellsRise, into those darker spellsWhips, so loves the marquisThe rack is sex tightly spreadA burnt butterfly sparks a grinBallerina’s are grace in a spinSweetness bleeds cherry redLike so, the kiss of the deadSnaps

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Roses on the PondA Radio Script[1]Adair: My name is Adair. I hope to be dead before I am finished, and I ask only that if my story is not remembered, then my name is. I would like to say that my demise into murder began with the roses on the pond, but in truth it began three days before that. I should have been a better man. I should have been more devoted and faithful to my sweet wife.All this

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Solaces for SonnetsThere is a sun that burns wingsOf eagles who fly near.A moon the kisses the sun,And all the stars aboveKiss the dirt beneath my feet.But the earth never singsSolaces for sonnets dear.Across the river’s runThe shade and the dove,Have given me kisses so sweet.And all these are things,I did forget how to hear.The sounds of the gun,Are soothed in loveblazed for death and deceit.

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Some people say that hard core porn degrades women in general. I inherently disagree. I feel that hard core porn with willing adults actually places women in control of thier bodies---this does NOT include any actions or viewings involving children or human trafficking. I am very specifically speaking about willing adults who participate in the making of hard core pornography. To that point, here

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I want to be your only obsession,Without thought nor will nor cessation.Command me, force me unto your will,Consumed until I submit and lay still.Devour me, consummate me as your own,Leave trepidation behind closed doors.Bring your soul to my open embrace,And lay it upon my waiting breast.Your heart should be my daily sustenance,And darker prayers my faith’s dance.I want you to beg of me as I beg

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It is about ten thousand degrees in this dark confining space. My skin is boiling and blistering. It slides off my body in slippery masses of flesh. I feel as though the heat itself is a knife, cutting into my flesh and separating the skin from the muscle. The burning invades me, deep into the very bones of my body. I trembled and cry out, slamming myself against the hard metal door. There is no

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For centuries or more, the dirt of the earth laid silent except where it was molested by the hands of man or by the deep rumbles of the low tectonic plates. That, however, was all in the past. Now the dirt positively broiled. It was alive, coming up in waves of death. Opening itself to the air and exposing the rotting corpses beneath. Hands of bone and falling flesh burst through their coffins

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Fucking The Fairy QueenNot quite where the sky fails Not quiet when the earth flails Between words unsaid Daylight, twilight, nightlight Life is as fleeting as it is dead Fucking the fairy queen Cunt lips festering and keen On that taste, like time forgot From sex stolen by rot Can’t quite help the thrust Upwards, inwards, homewards, Cumming into festered rust Not quietly screamed the

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The Bewitching of Babylon Prayers to a lesser god fall and twitch on the floor. The destroyer, the evil mouth full of vomit. Begin through the ending does bewitch an open sore. This is not what was meant, the gods admit. Born from darkness, a lost light, and the dark shall adore. Cross the heart with such a vile and cursed wit. The lost beg with the mouths of those who have

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I promise I will be posting some hot zombie porn (in text until I get an artist) soon.Please be patient.In the mean time, have some poetry.I Like Those GirlsI like those girls with the long, painted nails. Their hair perfected, breasts and ass bobbing and jiggling like ninety pound whales. Once I had dolls with eyes of perfect glass. When I opened their heads, a hole grinned back. They are

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