Blister please with those wings in your spine

Jarod (15)

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 21:52:05 GMT

This 3-D design class sucks, but hey, I get to use the internet all during class!
I know you like to check your e-mail and things during lunch, so hopefully this'll give you something to fill up the time with until your next class.
Because I've been thinking. How nice it would be to walk into the 2nd floor boy's room, take a piss, be washing my hands when the door swings open. You take hold of the back of my hoodie, twist me around to see your face, and back again to push me forward into the last stall in the row. Pressed against my back, you'd paw down my chest and stomach to open my jeans. Turning us, you sit down and yank my pants down, pull me into your lap with my jeans below my knees, holding my back to your chest. You reach around and between my legs, twisting two fingers into my ass. I'm already hard, so you spit into your hand and- oh, man, there's the bell.

Dionysus

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 01:14:22 GMT

everyone's miserable. whatever. it happens. easy come, easy went. you'd think they'd learn that by now. you'd think she could pick something up from me. it sucks and its inconvenient, but there's a lot more fish in the sea. none of those fish have ever given me a ring and a promise and taken care of me BUT HEEEY these things happen. slippery little bastards.
i don't really feel like fighting for anything. maybe someone else is up to that task. i think she's putting her apathy into me, and i'm okay with that, because it's much more comfortable than caring that i may never see my husband again, or any of my very dear lovers. may never be painted again. may never be part of a revolution again.
eh.
so, who wants to snort coke off my ass? all my lonely relatives, that's whooooo...

oh, just a word of advice to everyone; avoid Morpheus.

Dionysus

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 04:40:17 GMT

Nat's in Japan fucking lots of little Asian boys and making them call him daddy. That doesn't even make any sense, they're Asian. I expect presents, I'm not even fucking joking.

...... I hope he's wearing his ring.

jarod (with the metal in his head)

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 04:35:17 GMT

oh.
i can't talk. i never thought of writing. it's been so long since ive really said anything though that now i dont know what to say.
uhm. Daggers. is his name. im staying at his house but hes gone right now.

i miss him.

i really dont know what to say.

jarod (23)

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 08:23:00 GMT

im so happy with fabrice. but sometimes its still so bad i just cant stand it.

apollo

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 06:03:52 GMT

i like ramone. i like going to concerts with ramone. i like watching ramone paint. i like writing ramone poetry. i think i will go do that now. wrote him poetry. i mean. because this is a lot of short sentences.

jarod

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 20:10:37 GMT

Fabrice is taking me to a park tomorrow. an amusement park. im really excited. i hope leo and lily will be ok by themselves for the day.

L. Bloodrich

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 04:51:33 GMT

I am much better; I can walk nearly unassisted, and Godelieve sleeps in bed with me again.

Cupid

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:05:00 GMT

Ah, all the hope and promise of meeting a wonderful new gentleman. I suspect he will wake me with breakfast.

edit: this entry and the one directly before it were posted with an incorrect date. I don't know the exact one, but I took a guess, and it's within a day or three of this. Close enough.

Thanatos

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:02:14 GMT

I love my husband very much.

That statement is comparable in strength to something like "The sun is hot" or "Being disemboweled by a shark is sometimes painful", but there are simply not strong enough words, so those weak and pathetic ones will have to stand in for the all the swelling emotion and aching lungs and pressure in my skull.

edit: this entry and the one directly after it were posted with an incorrect date. I don't know the exact one, but I took a guess, and it's within a day or three of this. Close enough.

L. B.

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 05:20:29 GMT

eyesight nearly clear. coordination returning.

dio (the little one)

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 03:52:41 GMT

regular food and shelter and clean clothes and showers and beds is even nicer than they tell ya. this guy doesn't even beat me or shove screwdrivers up my ass. seems like i hit the jackpot here.

apollo

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 02:45:55 GMT

nat is so fucking good to me. we have so much fun now. just. aaaaah. he's so chivalrous he makes me blush.

dionysus (that other one)

Wed, 30 May 2007 03:56:11 GMT

so, i was asked properly to marry this time, and so i gave my yes. life is quite unnaturaly beautiful at the moment.

L. B.

Wed, 30 May 2007 03:53:44 GMT

home vision still blurry minor to moderate residual pain slowed reflexes slurred speech lack of appetite muscle weakness constant shaking in bones

L. Bloodrich (the young one)

Wed, 23 May 2007 03:55:09 GMT

I told Godelieve that I love him. I have decided it is important to somehow differentiate between him and Father, and that is how I will do it.

dionysus

Wed, 23 May 2007 03:38:02 GMT

you know how if you get kindasorta addicted to a drug, then dont get high on it for a while, its so much more better when you do it again? yeeeah im still bleeding. score.

apollo

Tue, 15 May 2007 13:33:42 GMT

i slept with nat in the woods, in his gas-guzzling, leather-lined car. silk worms were boiled alive in the process of retrieving the fiber for his tie. and i shut it out and moved with him and sighed against him and he came in me. despite the conjunction, those two sentences actually have nothing to do with each other. do not be mistaken; nat makes me feel like i am beautiful and whole.

but i dont know where i want to be, other than out of my head.

again, ignore the conjunction.

dionysus

Mon, 07 May 2007 04:21:11 GMT

nat and i are engaged. i conveniently leave out "to be married", dont i? i dont know. i guess just well see about that whole... other part, beyond me getting a piece of expensive jewelery. but i am not completely opposed. i guess its just... i never really believed that he loved me, and now that i know, im just really, really scared that he'll get bored quickly.

but this is lame. im not supposed to consciously think about these things.

(eve's not: Dionysus likes the new AFI album x.x)

V. Bloodrich (Phil's)

Mon, 07 May 2007 04:13:52 GMT

I am as terrible a person as I ever thought I was, without the hope of redemption he may have offered, because I hurt him, I hurt him, I hurt him. I never ever wanted to hurt him.

Thanatos

Mon, 07 May 2007 03:23:05 GMT

On Thursday, Emily gave me a tooth. She recently had her wisdom teeth pulled, and she gave me one of the teeth, wrapped in thin gold wire, hung on a chain. Even if she gives one to Elliot, she gave one to me, first.

apollo

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 14:15:02 GMT

what a miserable fuckup i am. i dont know if i can ever get ramone to be happy with me again. and we were really happy, for a very short period of time, which makes this hangman's knot in my intestines that much harder to bare.

Dionysus (Nat's)

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 04:39:38 GMT

it... felt nice to help apollo. strangely enough. also feels nice to be at nat's, and being very well taken care of. it is so fucking nice to not have to get out of bed or think about what to do next and he's always here when i wake up. i bet he just sits beside the bed and stares at me in my sleep. aw, he's so creepy sometimes, i love him. speaking of sleep, that's what i'm gonna get back to riiiightt abouttt... now.

p.s. we haven't had sex since i got here. is it possible he's nicer to me when we're not fucking? what?

Viktor (age 12)

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 03:57:02 GMT

Rolf has been moved out for a long time now, and last week a new family moved in. There is a father and two sons and a daughter, I think. I think their mother is dead, but I do not want to ask. Fabrice is the middle son. He is very nice to me. Lothar is still being the way he is, but he has not caught me for two days because I have been hiding with Fabrice. I will not say where, but it is safe here.

Dionysus (ya know, the... other one)

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 03:51:11 GMT

to be read out loud in a song-sing

i like being at naaaaat's. he is very niiiice. well i know he's faking it but still he's acting nice so that's all that maaaterrrrrs.

... kinda.

ehhh.

i have new pretty dresses. and no matter what else, he is a damn good fuck, considering.

i know he makes them, but i wish i'd stop catching those flashes of irritated blank expression when he looks away from me.