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i am: sexwithgod

a wormfood soul - or something



I AM : still hiding

7/03/2006



My son Peter has always loved to play hide and seek. In fact,
he loves it so much that he will wake me up in the middle of the
night to play. The only problem is that Peter has been dead for
eight years.


my son peter.com


5 comments:

At 3:19 PM, Blogger your said...

phentermine nice :)

 
At 11:22 PM, Blogger rz4dhxc27xc said...

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At 4:36 PM, Blogger sexwithgod said...

this site was a failure because i am too lame/busy to update it as often as nessasary. so i never did anything with it.

who are you people?

 
At 5:06 PM, Blogger b said...

My e-mail address (from blogger) is straightened out - I've been trying to call you - didn't check your blog - it's always goodo to hear from you.

I'll be here until April 1. The cell phone will continue the same.

Thanks bro - and, as always, your post caught me sideways.

:)

Peace
~b

 
At 5:06 PM, Blogger b said...

BTW - you are being spammed by a real fucktard - just throught you might like to know (if you didn't already.)

 

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for years i was 'unplugged'. no tv no internet no car no connections no mind. now i am in a place better than any i have known before - yet still feel ideologically outcast among my own friends and peers; it has always been the same. my teeth rot and no one agrees with me, not even the damn communists. my internal dialogue is non-stop and confusing. you think i talk too much when i just think too much and spit out the undigested lumps into our trivial dialogues. i think once i had an edge, but lost it somewhere, now i search for new intensity, or creative outlets at least. i do not want to grow up because when you grow up your heart shrivels. levity. the days fly by, projects go unfinished. hope is dead, a dead man's gamble, i have to stop wasting time! will humans ever stop killing? darkness. rain. good. god? i want more. too much. they teach us inaccountability and escapism, yet... this nothing is fake. i am learning, i am creating things. i am on myspace now, same username.

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