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HeLlfire: Nunc Dimittis
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Sunday, 19 May 2013. That sink was blood empire. Grammar, metrics, rhymes. I don't respond to sick whores. And let's coin-op until our bed time. And brush our teeth goodnight. Superior stabat lupus, longeque inferior agnus. 24 May 2013 at 14:06. Hi, Neat post. There is an issue along with your site in internet explorer,. IE still is the market chief and a large part of other folks. Will leave out your excellent writing due to this problem. Feel free to surf to my web blog - Email Console.
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HeLlfire: Sister
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Thursday, 1 November 2012. From roofs made of shaking bones. The stalking sound of city daughters. From craven hands all hidden so well. The greater good, the greatest lesson. On a drained star. Inert everything of mine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blue Mermaid (Winged ones over P.N. Station). Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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HeLlfire: Passerine
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Thursday, 11 October 2012. Also known as the Vampire Finch, is a small passerine bird endemic to Wolf and Darwin Islands. They occasionally feed by drinking the blood of other birds such as the Nazca and Blue-footed Boobies, by pecking at their skin to draw blood. The 'victims' do not offer much resistance. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Filosofem: a battle at 2 am. 45 ACP, Jacketed Hollow Point. 365 Days of Night. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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HeLlfire: Pigs
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Sunday, 14 October 2012. A crystal hovel meant to shelter the peaceful rest of conscience, to play the slug on splinters,. It's a choice not given until one is able to repent, to live the illusion that dreaming won't be taxed yet. And it's getting everyday a little harder to deny, foreseen heights may not suffice. How can wonders lie in such a pigsty, it all starts when you get used to listen. Against all odds it was so easy to climb their crystal tower, you now admire in silence. View my complete profile.
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HeLlfire: Guillotine
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Tuesday, 23 October 2012. It was on sunday, an aching tooth and haze for breakfast. Palms on the glass, immaculate chloridrate. Making each match head glow and dim subsequently. Such flares won't pose any threat but won't get any better. That's when i found out, it's been ages now. And today won't be wednesday anymore. They come marching on across a pale meadow. Grinding teeth we tasted before. Can't see their helmets rolling down the ridge. An eye like the eye of the needle. View my complete profile.
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HeLlfire: Là-bas
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Sunday, 21 October 2012. To perceive a miserable existence requires a focus point. They still have no idea. Down there hours seem like minutes and seconds advance for days. Down there love is unfinished and hatred grows stronger than weeds. Down there is the tangible world, everyone shall visit and leave, return to what's bearable and solid for them,. Fantasies, inconsistency. This is different. A staircase leading to nothing but a new perspective, self-awareness, relief. View my complete profile.
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HeLlfire: Saskia
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Sunday, 18 November 2012. Not like meridian arcs put no efforts in. To be perceived, in the plains of straw tops. The tight grip on a white cup. There’s sometimes a revolver for those who believe it. A symptom not a syndrome. Straight over ginger railways. This melting box is coming back to you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blue Mermaid (Winged ones over P.N. Station). Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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HeLlfire: Disarm
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Wednesday, 7 August 2013. Disarm you with a smile. And cut you like you want me to. Cut that little child. Inside of me and such a part of you. Ooh, the years burn. I used to be a little boy. So old in my shoes. And what i choose is my choice. What's a boy supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you. I send this smile over to you. Disarm you with a smile. And leave you like they left me here. To wither in denial. The bitterness of one who's left alone. Ooh, the years burn. So old in my shoes.
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HeLlfire: .45 ACP, Jacketed Hollow Point
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Wednesday, 17 October 2012. 45 ACP, Jacketed Hollow Point. Distant echoes of shattered glass expanding from the beltway north,. As chilling as a June day can be, rattling ,crackling, slowly approaching. An idea, it bursts the windows open and nails your back to the floor. From where bacteria once threatened a creature's earliest stage. And finally setlled as hosts, on some other's blonde hair. If only we'd stop patrolling a rathole, declare this war. 24 May 2013 at 09:55. My website . click here. Its goi...
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