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I bathed myself in the blood of her warm womb, Sliding on the floor of her violet, enamored room. The pale eyes of her hounds befallen on ruptured time, While I slice at her clitoris with a Mockingbird’s spine. The scent of diamonds and frozen daisies hung noosed in air, And broken parasites...

That's when you know you're hardcore. Ha ha.

Thank you. I try.

When I hear it I think of making love to snakes.

When I saw her, Her lips were flower-pink, When I kissed her, My heart would gently sink. Calm now, still and silent in the green raptures of Spring, Floating onward, gentle violet shades of the Butterfly's wings. Tears of passion roll downwards from the Northern Star's glow, Glitter my...

The Beatle's are thee greatest musical group in history. Their importance is practically ineffable. I'd have to say my favorite songs would be Nowhere Man, Strawberry Fields Forever, I'm Only Sleeping, Happiness Is A Warm Gun, A Day In The Life, and The Abbey Road Medley.

I hold a great interest in Hitler, mostly his leadership skills, personal history, and self affirmed idealizations. I'd have to say though most of his beliefs are derived from Nietzsche's Superman Theory, of which I am in concurrence. To disclose any assumptions or hostilities I am not...

This one makes my heart melt.

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Hello, my name is Anthony Vega and I've been looking for a forum that offers eloquent conversations along with some chances to make new friends. My hobbies include painting, writing, reading, and doing whatever provides pleasure at a particular moment. My idols include Friedrich Nietzsche...

I wrote this too. I hope somebody likes it. Armor of virtue, guard thy soft aching heart, Sword and bullet, be alive at morning’s start. Zealous vindication, born from steel and flame, Deliver unto me, boundless justice in her name. Nectar of flesh, quench thy crimson thirst, Night and...

I wrote this. I'm not sure what else to say. Feedback would be lovely. Sanguine, Oh kindled nectar of the rose, Quiet beats the snow fallen heart of France, With synchronous strife and kindled woes, Paris ebbs onwards, faltering, in her trance. Can you feel the blossoms growing kinder...