Reminder: Use gloves next time. Although its strange to find these flowers growing in a place like this, it somehow make you feel at ease. Even in the darkest place, you find something beautiful. It's not similar to there, no. Ken, you're doing alright right?
...gently. “I want to know.” “When I think of you… all I see is red. Your passion, your anger, your love.” “Tell me more,” she purred, sipping her wine. He continued hesitantly, “Everyone sees your beauty and revels in it… but nobody can touch you, because you have thorns, and they will never survive your edges.” She tipped back the last of her wine. “Is that so?” And she continued to laugh.
..... I ache for him I want to send my love and goodness to him.. I want him to be happy... I wonder when the pain and anger in him will subside.. I wonder if they'll ever be a day when he'll hold me agains't him like he used too. And I can just be happy to be encased in his smell and his sounds and his presence I am a silly girl....with only a bloody hand full of thorns.. and no flowers at all.
Haven't posted here in a whole year, wow. Anyway, my LAST post was about my novel Thorns. In a year, that project fell through, but I converted the world into an RPG. Click here! If you like RP, go check it out. The community is great so far, we're small and tightly knit.
...once receive it with joy. But since they have no root, they last only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, they quickly fall away. Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful. Others, like seed sown on good soil...
...and whipping, which serve primarily as a vehicle for showing the nice breasts and nubile bodies hiding under the nuns' habits. An exceptionally stunning scene involves Maya being wound in rose thorns and beaten with handfuls of long-stemmed red roses. The scene is very visually decadent, with half-nude Maya writhing and rose petals showering over her. (I swear, if I had any inclinations towards...
It seems that roses have thorns not because of poetic necessity, but because they don't like being pruned. I now have a fine collection of small puncture wounds to my fingers, and suddenly I recall the story of the first man ever given Penicillin. Involved roses, I think. Didn't end well. Must break out the TCP. Adding to my stock of improbable consular structures in Karori with the Mexican embassy...
...I've been working on a collage of the winter. It's all in black and white and I think it looks really nice so far though there's still some stuff I need to add. Examples: A picture of J's cornrows, thorns, mirror, cans, and cigarette butts . I also want a picture of someone looking happy though it might be hard to capture. People can't seem to stop posing for the camera. Or they won't.. I'll take...
Title: Wall of Thorns Genre: paranormal Rating: R Warnings: violence, weird psychological stuffs, foul language... also, it was written for NaNoWriMo, so is probably chock full of typos T.T Summary: Girl meets telepath. Girl gets trapped in her own mind with a murderer. Tale as old as time. ...Er. Or not. As if life wasn't complicated enough, enter gangs, the government, and creepy old tarot...
