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Moments in Time - Silas Livingstone
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Sunday, April 1, 2007. It was October, maybe early November, I don't remember too well. My face was plastered to the ground, my eyes shut, my breath backfired on my face. The sting of gravel digging in my flesh brought me to conciousness, and I sluggishly pulled myself up. It was dusk and I was surrounded by an abandoned parking lot. My first thought was, " Where is she? Where are you Bobbie? I whispered to myself as I lugged towards civilization.
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Moments in Time - Silas Livingstone
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The Panic, The Vomit, God Loves His Children. A Drip Drip Dripping. What I Didnt Know Then. Saturday, April 7, 2007. I was hungry. I had no idea when the last time I had eaten. My clothes were still a dishevelled mess. I dialed collect to the flat directly. No answer. The hum of the phone ringing was condescending to my ear. I just want to talk to her dammit! I started walking home, well at least in the general direction I thought. Was home. The sooner I started, the sooner I could see her.
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Sins of the Flesh: A Credit To His Gender
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A Credit To His Gender. Melina is a sweet girl, and pretty. And innocent. And she's taken an exceptional liking to me. Perhaps I will keep her around for a while. This is going to be very, very. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Credit To His Gender. They Said Hells Not Hot.
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Sins of the Flesh: With My Little Eye:
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With My Little Eye:. And won't my darling Lamia be so pleased with me, causing all this chaos and distracting Grey so that she can continue her work! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. With My Little Eye:.
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Sins of the Flesh: They Said Hell's Not Hot
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They Said Hell's Not Hot. I think I must have gained quite the taste for shopping the last time they sent me topside. A piece of flesh to mold into a body of my own, a name. The body that I took suits me just fine - smaller, more fine-boned and boyish than others I have had in the past, with enviable lines that positively kill in the expensive tailored garments I'm growing all too accustomed to. Oh Good Hermes, someone actually spelled my name right when setting up a new blog. July 3, 2007 at 8:56 PM.
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Sins of the Flesh: July 2009
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The idiot. He let the murdering warlock from London and that ill-bred trollop all but demon-possess him, and he came after me in my own playground. And the bastard beat me. With a simple trick, a trick I should have been expecting. But I let myself hesitate, let the hesitation turn into a fatal slip. Watch your back, Zillah Grey. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Moments in Time - Silas Livingstone
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Just Because You Feel It Doesnt Mean Its There. Dont Know Why I Feel So Skinned Alive. Sit Down, Stand Up, Walk into the Jaws of Hell. The Panic, The Vomit, God Loves His Children. A Drip Drip Dripping. What I Didnt Know Then. Tuesday, April 24, 2007. I was thrown into a cell, in shock staring at my ink-stained hands. They had looked down at me in disgust, already judging that I had committed the crime. The door slammed, echoing a horrible metal clang. I screamed as if it was me that was getting murdered.
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Moments in Time - Silas Livingstone
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What I Didnt Know Then. Monday, April 2, 2007. The faucet in the men's lavatory was taking too long for the heat to kick in. I filled the basin with dingy lukewarm tap water until it was full and submerged my head in completely. My thoughts went back to a few weeks before. She was laying sprawled out on our deep red bedsheets, looking at me with those bedroom eyes she was so good at. " Come massage my feet. Look With a light stroke to her hair, I squeezed out of bed into the awkward stillness.
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Moments in Time - Silas Livingstone
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Dont Know Why I Feel So Skinned Alive. Sit Down, Stand Up, Walk into the Jaws of Hell. The Panic, The Vomit, God Loves His Children. A Drip Drip Dripping. What I Didnt Know Then. Thursday, April 12, 2007. I lay with her for what felt like days. I placed her body in a more natural position, ignoring the fact that parts of her were mangled and. missing. I held her close, pretending she was still there, just sleeping, napping, relaxed. The ambulance veered away, not even with the sirens on. I know that ...
