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...of her boyfriend. The young lady wishes that I don't use her real name or her boyfriend's real name either. In fact, Jack and Dianne would like me to leave out the location as well. She claims that she has hit 4 out 5 of the criteria since the weekend in question involved sex, jail, money, and blood. The fame is something they wish to avoid. I told them not to worry since nobody reads my blogs too closely anyway. So, without further delay, I tell the story as it was e-mailed to me in the first person as told by Dianne.
"Jack came to my house on a sunny Saturday morning. We had plans ... (more)
There are people in life, wandering around my perimeters. They are parasites, drawing from me like a tic. Working my way through the jungles of the game, they latch on. Suckers, filling themselves with my blood. I let some hang on, knowing they are there, keeping an eye on them; I'm in control. The tic is bold, so consumed with satiating its desire, knowing not that its life is in my hands, nor does it care. One day, I will have enough and will squash the tic, making a blood stain on my leg, smiling with gratification of my exercise of power over it. It's funny to watch little creatures... (more)
...are they?”. OK religious man, you who impose on me your guilt ridden laws, speak up! Tell that man where your family is so he can kill them, or do worse. I laugh at your law now, you should lie!
Thou shalt not kill. Really? Do you know that your very freedom to worship rests on the blood of many honorable and/or religious men who laid their lives on the line and killed to give you the choice to intellectually subject me to your guilt ridden standards. You should kill to protect your family, your nation, your freedom. I can go on and show that for every “thou shalt not”... (more)
...the texture of his skin. Evidently I was out for a while, as he busied himself cleaning up. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the body of our attacker wrapped in heavy plastic, red smears on the inside looking like a crazed water-color painting. My Queen was calm, her hands stroking the blood, my and his, from my body. I noticed a strength in me, her strength, unafraid and capable of handling these situations, enabled me, giving me confidence and lifting me above fear. She was amazing, and I owed my life to her now, as she did me for had I not taken the hit, she surely would... (more)
...around, under, our bodies desire facilitated by the hot water and the oil she poured on our tangle of lust. My Queen, my queen, you have taken me as I have you. I kissed her deep as I finished, only to hear the sharp break of glass and feel a hot sting drive itself deep in my shoulder.
Blood spattered across my Queens cheek, the bullet passed through me and hit the tile, a few inches over from her head. With her eyes wide in fear, but hot with rage, she grabbed me tight and pushed me through the shattered shower door, I, even in shock, knew what she knew, my pistol was right by the ... (more)
A razor drawn, through the colors of my life
Red trails follow, enough to spite.
Angles deep and narrow channel
Direct the flow, excite the annals.
Now I’m left with the tint of life
Spreading quickly toward a light.
I yield again to the cutting's peace
Nothing left not even speech.
First written in: opinionsofeye.com(more)
...in place of the boys in such a situation. We were their only chance. The others wanted to just go home to the safety of their own beds. I for one was pretty uncomfortable about the entire situation, but quickly remembered that only a few months before, five youngsters had been murdered in cold blood only a few hundred metres from where we were still waiting with our car. On this occasion the press had reported suspicion of “police brutality”. I knew that this was more than just suspicion, as I myself had actually encountered three police patrol cars doing reconnaissance in exactly the... (more)
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