I fancy the bass player…
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‘You may hate me, but I will never hate your small minds as you feed on the blood from my soul’s fount….you taste me even now…’
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‘You may hate me, but I will never hate your small minds as you feed on the blood from my soul’s fount….you taste me even now…’
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‘one and the same, yet broken into many pieces to make peace among the others, and some ideas that just won’t die…At least, not for too long…’
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‘as I grow, I grow weary of anything that derives the same and creates the same for the sake of producing sloppily put together crap, and thus the inadequacy of porn today…’
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‘somewhere deep inside it, the dead, it resides….it abides, but not without a restless air about it…’
“31 posts in thirty-one days without losing my sense of sanity through the madness”…This is the second installment of my comeback special, and a mighty one at that…I’m already down to twenty-six days now as I write this, but I can still accomplish the goal if I back track to previous days…This ‘challenge’ will test my mettle in the arena seeing if I can keep up with daily blogging at all…If I can’t keep up, I may just lose this blog, but if I accomplish the task set before me, I will have proved my abilities Here…No giving up now that the challenge has been acknowledged…Let the games begin, and the only rules are that each post needs to only be in the ‘khet’s coroner’ categories…Dark Thoughts; permitted…My Art & Dreams; permitted…Rants & Raves; permitted…Subdued Wisdom; permitted…World-At-Large; permitted…Wish me …