Posted by a very little sphinx on June 12, 2003, at 15:54:22
In reply to Sphinx the tiny dancer, posted by bobby on June 11, 2003, at 7:56:29
torture.i don't feel it, i'm a stranger in a strange land. like the colonialists, i shoot fire from my hands... my mind races ahead of me and beyond those who see me. i am there before i leave.
moral character? i feel no shame. but i've done, questionable things.
the south, it is suspect. there are darknesses there that are unnameable... something you can only see out of the corner of your eye... not all souls are bad, nor maybe most... but, there are things i can not speak of that dwell therein.
i am an angel, firery i rose, and as i rose, deep thunder rolled around my shores, indignant--- burning with the fire of orc.
and you see me, as angel, surrounded by light, wisps of golden hair, my body, covered only by light robes, nearly transparent, my hands call to you... you hear my voice and yet my lips are sealed, you seem to see into me, and as i lean down towards you, as if to kiss your head, i transform, suddenly rapidly, towards a gigantic monsterous force, more violent and sick than anything you could imagine.
that is my illness.
-love.
l'il sphinx.
poster:a very little sphinx
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