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The Rape Game-Fate plays a part
I have been a bad girl this few days. I admit I am a hypercritical bitch. This day I know call bloody Friday was a happy horrible day in my life. I met this guy I really liked a month ago, he approached me first .I thought he was so cute and I didn't say any thing because I have a fragile heart. I let weeks go by and the next thing I know its a rainy March day. I had to walk a round the block in the freaking rain. This false night in shinning armor came to my rescue in a bronze 4 wheeled chariot. I was so smitten with his gracious gentleman charm. He dropped me off at my final destination and I didn't hear from him again.Fate is wicked and fate is your soon to be destiny. I finally realized that my so called night lived a few doors down from me. he stopped by suddenly with out a call or warning. i was scared and hesitant , i sent him away. i felt bad about my cold encounter so I invited my night over for a drink. Wow was I the silly dumb fool.Wow did the evil gods of love trick me. Wow demons come inhuman form. My night started out nice and calm but ended in blood and pain. I found my self in a lovers lock with just one participant. Love is a game it has its own rules and players. eventually We all play a part.If love is pain ,soreness, blood and heart ache I don't want to play that game. I found my self being undressed with a force of nature. I was forced and nailed down by a white god with a dark soul. I realized I am going to play a love game, but it felt like a rape game. If the love game was hard the rape game is oh so cruel. This game has no ref but it serves harsh penalties.
Penalty 1 you get your hands held down and your clothes ripped off. Penalty#2 you can scream but nobody listens. you can cry but tears get few points.penalty#3 you get penetrated until you hurt, bleed and loose your respect for love. The rules are at the mercy of the rapist.
I am a live and sore to the touch, fate totally busted a nut.. My vagina sore , my ego down like my panties at the floor.All I can do is wait three days to see if the big white god hosting the dark demon phases to my eggs. If its positive I will hatch the rape game score and be in labor 9months and sore.If the Negative rules the pee spot, then i can carry a trophy as my rapist whore.
Dont Interrupt My Suicide July 1, 2007
(Thoughts rushing out of my heart and flowing on to an edge of a blade, I feel like the edge of a razor blade.)-LOVEDARKPASSION
I have always had feelings on how I want my ending to be. When I say my ending I mean my death. I have thought about death since I was about 4. My dog Bullet died. I didnt understand why he died or what caused it. Then I realized he wasnt coming back. He didnt come back because my family put him to sleep. I woke up from a dream remembering this about my dog when I was 7. I guess when you have tons of people around you dieing you get flash backs to those little things. My father died when I was almost 7, his death triggered the memory of Bullet.
The sad thing about this is Bullet was my dog; he became ill with a worm, thats why my mom put him to sleep. She didnt want him to suffer, neither does or did I. I miss Bullet now and I really missed him then. My father on the other hand I never missed. I felt more sad for my dog then my own father. My father I never knew. I remember my mother making me go to the funeral. I didnt want to attend because I didnt know him and half of the other people there. But I didnt get a say so .I was only 7. My dads funeral was packed; they didnt have a seat for me or my mother. I remember the funeral director pulling up a cold metal chair so I could sit up front, up front where the dead body was. It rained like cats and dogs that whole week, my father couldnt be buried that day. They waited for the next day to do it, I didnt go at all. To this day I dont know where my father is buried and you want to know something I dont give a damn to know. He was never around when I was younger, just my dog Bullet. You know they always say a dog is a mans best friend, but they are wrong the dog was my best friend. And I am definitely not a man.
I often wondered if my dad would have been around more if I was boy or a horse. You know the old cliché about men and there sons. So I cant help to think. He loved horses so if I was a horse would he have stuck around? Or would he still have abandoned me. My mom put Bullet to peace because he was ill, my heart is ill I want to rest. My heart is filled with raging steam against my dad. It hurts its just like having worms. Again Bullet was hurting, he is dead. I often want to be euthanized like him. Maybe when the time is right I will execute my ending on my own terms.
I want my ending to be really peaceful. This is why I am getting the steam out of my heart. I dont love my dad like a daughter should, why? I dont know him how can you love something you dont know. I love God; I havent seen God in a physical since, but in a spiritual since. I love my mom because the bible says so. I like my dad because God would want me to. Love him I cant, I just like.
(Dont interrupt my suicide)-Pre thoughts
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Dark Novels From The Dark Compounds Of LoveDarkPassion
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NightDogs written by LOVEDARKPASSION 4/20/06
I never thought to write about this subject until a couple of close friends of mine asked me to. Let me explain what a nightdog is and what is it that we do as a pack.Some might agree with me some may not.If your not really apart of the group you will truly never understand.
The Celtic Palace
Written by LOVEDARKPASSION
Thanks for emailing me about this novel. It took me about 20hrs to write it.Thanks for the support and I hope every one enjoys it.
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The Darker Side Of Me
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