Sunday, December 13, 2009

Who's been sleeping in my bed?



My fake face is worn out around the edges from misuse and abuse.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The game of life



I heard this horrible sound of slathering.  I saw it and panicked, seized of her and tried the movement balancing that I do not think, that I did to, if not to do right.  As I said that I panicked and she continued the falling of the saliva and the chestnut came from her nose.  It was terrible.  I put her head descending and shook it a little, pushed towards the top to his stomach.  I all tried.  What is, is real with terror when events spiritual in and out of control the blocked breathing passage foaming mouth 4254 eagle rock will not see you because you did not call in advance! Next time, make an appointment for your emergency.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Hot Sexy Gothic Angel Girl (a poem)


Oh Darkness, you are a girl - a hot sexy gothic angel girl!  Come unto me oh night and carry me on your back over Chaska and away from my troubles and my countless yearning pains!  Take this pain away, take my pain away!  Let it be known that no man alive shalt ever love thee more than your Eddie!  His heart is a servant to the night and forever a servant to thee!

Monday, December 7, 2009

evil gothic girl (a nother poem)


Is she angel or Vampire?  Her dress conceals secrets and dreams.   Forever more, I pray to her that she might lift her veil and allow her Eddie to kiss her waiting lips.  Behind the lips will there be tongue or fangs?  Bliss or death?  Is there a difference, in the dark embrace that she holdeth I am unsure.  Bring it all unto your Eddie, gothic girl, and let his undying love be tested true!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Death Angel


Come to me my Death Angel with your blackened wings and your deadly scythe and take from me this last sorrow and bitter pain!  Yours is the Eddie lost forever in the turmoiled currents and yours is the Eddie who pain has sought at every turn.  To me, my death bringing beauty!  To me, my angel of wanton despair!  To me, my alabaster skinned, dark-garbed cherubim!  Hear the cries of your Eddie and send Him to bed forever more!