 Friends    | We're young and in love, heart attacks waiting to happen.  the lunar child: I wear your art like armor, and in the darkness I shine. 10 years ago • Report • Link 0  LadyFeona: is that from a song? 10 years ago • Report 0  the lunar child: nah, bits of a dream I had. 10 years ago • Report 0 the lunar child: I won't make you beg so just get down on your knees Tell me you need me and that you're dying to please If hell is for real then we have not much time left We need to drain this disease from all the veins in your neck. the lunar child: Let wings grow from this flesh, let them sprout like blossoms through the soil that buries me. Let wings grow and feathers fall as I fly away from this place. Let one float free, and find it’s way to you.  wardlafrance19: A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife: "Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck." If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you." To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He wwas whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!" wardlafrance19: If I had wings to fly I'd breathe in deep and spread them wide as I leap from the cliff into the wind where the gulls glide. Crossing this wide sea I glide above cruel waves that reach up to drown my flight in their cold deep blue-green graves. And as your day grows slowly light I'd arrive on worn-out wings to hold you in your waking dreams and feel you soft and gently warm in my embrace at last. |
