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"Wytch of Err."
Lies breathed-out
between Clinched
teeth
Betrayed misguided
beliefs
The air that surrounds
becomes thicker and
ever, more...
Suffocating
Not all lives chosen to
live as one pleases, are
against your narrow version
of the gods or of one of many
manifestations...
"Yeshua," (Jesus)
The, "Furies," have not been
unleashed against me; I've
committed no Blasphemous
Treason; but, be forewarned:
give me no Justifiable reason
"We all have Winds of Variability
within our souls and when
roused through the False Integrity
of Arrogant Cuckolds...
Who can Skry into the direction of
its Torrent and know which way
it will go,"
between Clinched
teeth
Betrayed misguided
beliefs
The air that surrounds
becomes thicker and
ever, more...
Suffocating
Not all lives chosen to
live as one pleases, are
against your narrow version
of the gods or of one of many
manifestations...
"Yeshua," (Jesus)
The, "Furies," have not been
unleashed against me; I've
committed no Blasphemous
Treason; but, be forewarned:
give me no Justifiable reason
"We all have Winds of Variability
within our souls and when
roused through the False Integrity
of Arrogant Cuckolds...
Who can Skry into the direction of
its Torrent and know which way
it will go,"
Published 23rd Dec 2014
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23rd Dec 2014 11:27pm
Wisdom spoken not cast on a lonely breeze caught by these listening ears dear Pan with love Crim
24th Dec 2014 4:37am
Ah Brenda, I've come to
feel as though you're there
with me each time I write,
eagerly, (and, I enjoy that;
its become comforting),
awaiting to read over it and
give just the right input/critique.
And, I could also do the same
with you...
You read mine and myself yours
and tell stories and bounce ideas
back and forth like a racquetball
tournament.
And, then smokes and shots... keep
em coming too. ;-)
A long-winded Thank
You for your comments... Pan
feel as though you're there
with me each time I write,
eagerly, (and, I enjoy that;
its become comforting),
awaiting to read over it and
give just the right input/critique.
And, I could also do the same
with you...
You read mine and myself yours
and tell stories and bounce ideas
back and forth like a racquetball
tournament.
And, then smokes and shots... keep
em coming too. ;-)
A long-winded Thank
You for your comments... Pan
24th Dec 2014 4:23pm
Pan I enjoyed this very much it touches my heart that you feel this way as I do too.. we are deeply connected in the underground.. with love Brenda
24th Dec 2014 6:01pm
Definitely Brenda.
It's a good thing
to make these kinds
of connections.
Pan
It's a good thing
to make these kinds
of connections.
Pan
Anonymous
24th Dec 2014 9:56am
Your ink is so unique! I love it!
24th Dec 2014 2:53pm
24th Dec 2014 1:46pm
I love this, it's so dark but with a slight religious hint to it - I think it's the latter that makes it even darker, since religion itself is very violent and bloody. Well done :)
24th Dec 2014 2:51pm
Thank You Jonester for
reading and commenting
and for the subscribe.
Yea, it was a stab at being
irreligious.
Towards the anal ones who
like to judge/belittle us because
we live contrarily to their puny
sensibilities.
Thanks again man... Pan
reading and commenting
and for the subscribe.
Yea, it was a stab at being
irreligious.
Towards the anal ones who
like to judge/belittle us because
we live contrarily to their puny
sensibilities.
Thanks again man... Pan
