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Things have gone down hill significantly since my last entry. Roxy finally left me for good. There was no big fight, except for the one between steel and my tattered soul. I suppose these scars on my skin can serve as my diary.

Speaking of diary, I have begun writing again. I seem to have a knack for it, if I do say so myself. I will post a few of my pieces for you all to critique. It is the only thing that I have to live for in life. Please be honest. What do you think?

Crimson Beast - 12/14/04

sorrow begat scars deep
crimson tears shatter hope;
dismal cries

unending pain pulls apart shredded souls
aghast, unbeknownst, the beast emerged in drag

wilted fingers caress
soiled nipples of rapture
without evacuation
gaseous explosions repel
noxius helium

against moralistic decadence chocolate cupboards
     drip

silently, isolation calls forth, summoning dark flatulants
behold powers, corruption, decay; see Cambodia, Mr. Walken.

Forever Harlet - 12/23/04

leaky roses never fade
forever frailty, blindness, and suffocation pillows abound
shelter my bossom, oh wonderous darkness

hollow dancer, harlet, money grubbing whore!
How dare you seduce the berry of deception, Mr. Walken?