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necrobos

Member since 2003 · Posted 29 Jan 2006 · 3 comments

johndis is my canvas they have china white me all over pig ment to be eaten \ but the antifatiuge gag reflex i call tina un sheaths her soared too high for me to handled i let go go go down down done did i dondeal the speal on not falling into the icy cold mess i met he.r. overdosed but a teen to b took my good teeth.

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[7] ALChemy 30-Jan-06/10:14 AM Reply

What is with all these Humbert Humberts coming here?

[6] Dovina 30-Jan-06/5:02 PM Reply

I must be crazy to say this conveys anything, but except for her being "teen to b" it does.

[7] LilMsLadyPoet 31-Jan-06/10:02 AM Reply

Huh? What a strangely fascinating bit-of-something, this is. The fact that I have worked with autistics makes me look into this and know that it is painting a picture...but, one too disconnected for me to fully 'get'. About the time I think I know what is going on here, I decide that can't be 'it'. I would be most interested in hearing what this is about.