Cry and let it all out.
Know you are alone.
While maybe I’m not feeling it at this second,
I, too, at times feel lonely.
Some days I can take it.
Others I can more.
I question our existence.
I question “the master plan.”
I feel I will be alone in dark forever.
I’m envious of those that have it all
And wonder do they know they will bleed.
I have fears of love, and love for death.
I fear that once I have it, I may not be able to hold it.
I fear I will appreciate it.
I try to stay optimistic about life.
And for the most part I hate.
Yet, I still have to question the emo-tion of love.
It an illusion.
Is it true?
It is a pollutant.
Why does my heart arc?
Then I stop and think and realize I’m still alone.
There are others out there that feel the same.
The world is still big.
Maybe one day I won’t be alone.
Honestly, to God, I plead.
However, I’m sure another person is feeling my emoticons :P.
I just want to tell them they aren’t alone.
Keep hope and thankfully the “masters plan” will reward you.
I know I would.

Damn it . . . Don’t you dare ask God to help me.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
And I am not the least afraid to die.
All my possessions for a moment of time.
Come my little one, and give me your hand.
Does nobody understand?

All absorbing black star. Take me with you to the depths of orgasm. Leave behind fake masks and learned personas. Nipple rocket blast off. Tickle soft spots back soft.

Slam a hot dog hard into the back of her throat and make her lick the juices off of you. Dripping down her cheecks and covering her throat she squeezes more and more into her mouth. Swallowing for more air she cant help but force feed herself.

crunching the apple, her teeth grind its flesh no different from my heart. only the mask can cover my feelings for her beauty, i ache to grab her by the breasts. its the first thing that curls my ambition and i still cant believe she is mine.

After a few cans of rainier beer i had no problem suggesting a trip to the himalayans. She leaned over and dug her hand deep in my pockets grasping for the shit. Everytime she sees me now she the weather report is forecasting snow. With foam from her fifth beer dribbling down her chin she pushes half a gram up into her nostril, instantly her nipples are poking out of her tank top and I hear her pants unzip. I love fucking this emo bitch when her eyes are glazed, frozen silent, she fucks from a million miles away. Barley a moans escapes her throat and I cum all over her face. I laugh and reach for another mountain fresh can of numb.

I wrapped in her electrical tape because I felt like electrocuting her. Everytime that she opens her black holes some would refer to as eyes, she eats my life force like a bowl of cookie crisp. I dream of plucking her retinas like a dandelion and crying out of love for her loss. Only the static clinging electricity can feel the way I do regarding the perceived perfection she drips from her clit. The End

I love when girls send in their pics. This is an example of true emo-tion and she knew that tears fall hardest on the rocks of desire. I am sharing it with you so there is no doubt that that “emo girls” are the finest and you can show your friends and tell them I said so.

Damn she is fine… I hope she will do my mascara one day. Slit my wrists now SATAN!