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To Fans of the Morbid WriterHow lovely a sight
My victims shaking with fright from the dark words I composed
Their faces turn green at what their mind’s seen a tale full of terrible woe
When characters die and survivors cry I watch the dear reader’s face
It twists and contorts You pray with whole heart it ends with a loving embrace
If I killed them all Both the big and the small You would turn away
So I let one survive maybe three, maybe five They’ll live for another day
I hope you can see You truly f To Fans of the Morbid Writer
by ~wanderer31

morbidity scrap part 1They say every good story starts with a bang. Something out of the norm, like a doorbell, an explosion, or, in the case of George Johnstone, the alarm clock that sat on the dresser next to his bed. It screeched for a good two minutes before George managed to pull himself out of his own colorful subconscious, and another three before he had the energy to reach out and shut it off. He stiffly pulled himself up to a sitting position on the mattress on the floor that served as his bed. Rubbing his eyes, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. George stood up and began to get dr morbidity scrap part 1
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Untitled Ripping off feeble flesh cruelly munching on raw insides oranges are victims Untitled
by ~wanderer31

Cactusdrowned with compassion love rotted you from the inside out broke you down until your sticky black blood seeped out from the wounds unintentionally inflicted I tried to save you from your own diseased flesh then turned away as you were engulfed by the ground and met your roots. Cactus
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Light Music for Dance and Ruinwritten in the midst of delirium, March 6, 2005
now that our lives are the remains of broken stone, come, give me your hand and let us rise to dance, for I have been faithless, and you, too wavering; we have tried too hard, and the box is empty. late day fills the room and white walls remain, a million bright sparks from a great extinguishing. the curve of our arms will not be gone. and every clock in every room stands unerringly precise. look at me again; let us face the last fact. Yes, your curls speak volumes, left better unsaid, and blue eyes are cold steel on a day Light Music for Dance and Ruin
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Headed Home Tomorrow

Sat Aug 29, 2009, 7:33 PM

I am going to be home in just about 12 hours!!! 8 of which i will sleep through! it is going to be great, and horrible at the EXACT same time. great because I get to be with all my awesome friends, my amazing boyfriend and out of this goddamn psycho house. Bad because my wonderful boyfriend is rooming with my not-so-wonderful ex... drama is bound to ensue, unfortunately. Anyway, I have been working on that morbidity story for days and days, i have page after page of notes, and I'll try to get a cut down version up here before too long. wish me luck!

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