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So, ihr tapferen Tastatur-Tiger, habt ihr euch jemals gefragt, warum wir uns lieber in apokalyptischen…
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I love gothic ladies, i couldnt imagine fucking any other kind. I’m submissive, i love a woman telling me what to do, how to please her, it makes me crazy.
Pain isnt really my thing, i’ve had a few tats and could handle it without much bother, but i wouldnt say i enjoyed the experience. Having said that, i’m always open to new things, if a woman comes along that can show me something i have’nt seen before, i’ll go along with it even if it means living with a little pain.
i can’t beileve how funny that is. It’s also acurate, it sounds a lot like my first time, though i’m glad to say i’ve got a bit better at it since.
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You could be on to something. I may fork out for a truck, kit it out with the required equipment, and then offer my services to anybody that’s ever had someone piss them. Kind of like being a hitman but on a much larger scale.
i watched a documentry about the body farm as well. A lot of their bodies come from angry relatives, wives that hate their dead husbands and kids that hate their folks, all that kind of thing. They give the bodies to the body farm and saves on forking out for an expensive funeral, after all, why would you want to spend loads of money you can’t even stand.
As a side note: I’d donate my body so that i could rot happily in nature’s glory, just as the good lord intended. 😆
nice poem. It was bitter and full of vengance, just the way all good poetry should be.
come to england, we may be small but….actually that’s it, we’re small.
i got good old Jeff Dahmer, may god have mercy on my rotten soul!!!
Saw III is good, but hostel was a little disappointing, i get the feeling the guy who made copped out when it came to showing some extreme gore. He wanted it to go mainstream but if he’d made it for the exploitation fans it would have been so much better.
Has anybody seen Flower of Flesh and blood and August Underground? Now those are two meesed up films!!!
i know what you mean, it’s always tempting to do so something just so you can see what happens. I’ve always wanted to walk down the street muttering loudly to myself to see if anybody says anything.
I’ve done nearly all of those things at some time or other, but that doesnt mean it doesnt irratate me when others do them. The way i see it everyone’s entitled to be annoyed by the things others do, even if you do them yourself. It’s all part of human condition, ain’t it a blast?
Sex to the man going through a dry spell is like a feast to a starving man:
In his head he creates fantastic banquets, tables overflowing with all the finest foods, when really he’d settle for a plate of egg and chips.
I think there is no devil, only a god who couldnt give a toss about mankind.
Think about it, god creates the universe and everything in it. He can move thourgh time at will, and be everywhere all the time. Why would a being of such power give a singal fuck about mankind, to him we’re nothing more than a science experiment, a bunch of ants crawling over an ant-hil. God doesn’t care because he doesn’t have to to, simple as that.
And think about this, if you were god with all these amazing powers, would you give a crap about a bunch of lowley ants?
See what you all think of this. Any comments and critisim will be greatfully ignored.
Beg Her
She comes to me in the night,
Her eyes bleeding and jagged soul on display.
She feeds from my trough and laps at the feast.
When she comes she feels my pride,
Broken inside like glass and the vivid splash of blood.
Pale skin in the wicked night,
Pale love in the fractured dream.
She may be broken and torn from my thorns,
she may be damaged beyond repair.
When she comes in the night she brings my fear,
calling again like a lost lover.
In the night she comes into my head and leaves me bleeding red.
In the night she feels the best,
In the night she moves without rest.
The next time she comes she’ll slice my flesh,
Move her blade through my tortured skin with ease.
I’ll let her hurt me just to feel her heat,
Let her break me on her subtle cross.
She’ll whip my flesh and call it home,
Whip my soul and call it life.
I’ll let her hurt me with her spikes,
Let her chain me and break my pride.
I’ll beg her for more in the holy night,
Beg for pain in the coming rain.
I’m not a goth, or at least not in what i wear, but i am in my head and heart. The reason i don’t dress goth is not because of what people think and say, if somebody has a problem with the way you dress then fuck ’em, they aren’t woth knowing. The reason i dont dress goth is thanks to my roboust figure tight fitting latex makes me look like the only gay in the village. If anybody’s seen Little Brtain they ‘ll know what that means.
It depends on what you’re looking for, but a good fetish photo should contain some element of fetish. I know that sounds stupid, but you’d be surprised how many so called fetish pictures i’ve seen online have no real element of any fetish. Good looking model? Check. Some kind of pvc clothing? check. But nothing that really tugs at he eyeball, nothing that either excites or repels. Fetish is about so-called abnormailty, something that goes against the grain, so when we talk about fetish photos we should be talking about a picture that moves us either to arousal or disgust [which can be just as erotic as simple arousal] . this is something which is lacking in most of the run-of -the-mill fetish pictures that are available.
Sorry about the rant, but as you can tell i take my filth very seriously.
Howdy all. I’m Robc666 and from west yorkshire.
Found this by happy accident and liked what i saw so signed up.
I look forward to getting to know all of you and hope to meet some werid freaks just like me.
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