give me U eyes...so i may see.
Me, me, me when I was modelling for dark magazines such ….. Guess….. Magazine, catwalk, pubs, TV, figurants in movies… # Prostitute- addicted to prescribes drugs and gentle…despise it all! COPYRIGHT@2006.H.N.MARGOT. 
What a day!
I achieved more then I had in months, would Missy Prozac has kick in/
Let forget about the horrific story the press write about it…
Hey, men’s/ladies U are speaking to the king or princess of the valley of the dolls, after all!
It only take a while, looking back to my ancient posts, as U fells like it, to realise progress is on his way…
Being working likes a dog on my site, yeaps, very happy with it, as I am NOT A WEB DESIGNER!
Either ways, my monster as I like to call it start to look rather good or I can truly start to show my works, being a multi-media artist (hate the word, arty artist) let just says I am creative…
As somebody send me a private email about my entry of this morning, I am starting to wonder maybe I should put all my comment as a blog/ entry.
It sure will be interesting…
Yes I swing from madness to reality, sometimes, and back and forth again…
But does anyone care, I don’t really think so.
We are all in this, for the same purpose let face it, we thinks we are so special, so unique, that what ever excrements we write shall be the next chapter of the new statement!
As for myself, well, I think I have been pretty honest so far, if one does care to read my past posts!
I write because, writing is like breathing for me, I don’t think I ever stop writing since the age of 12 years old one single day!
Scary thought!
Anyway this post prove my point , we write shits and expect to be love for it, some of us, even dreams to be recognise by some publishers.
Ahhhhhhhh let me laugh.
Well actually let me go to bed, the sexy little mother arrogant fucker is about to take his first doll and the rest is history….
I love u, in some strange ways, I don’t knows you but some of you, specially a lady from Texas who is as crazy with pets as me, truly touch my heart, but then again, the pink hair lady is kewlllllllll, even if I find her blog rather dull ( sorry honey) who would have made a great bugger…
Still I think u is lovely.
Ok, I did to do some much shit, there is a glimpse of hope, finally, after having working and done a degree full time with first class honours, I am going to applied for assistant curator, the money is not great but for somebody like me, this is a dream job, arts and research…..
Search me in the mid- time in:
www.crowpied.com
FEEL LIKE A DYNAMITES READY TO EXPLOSE! HUMMMM, I LIKE THAT FEELING OF POSITIVITY BUT THEN AGAIN I AM - OFF WORK - AND A COUPLE OF PURPLES + GREEN & ONE WHITE JELLIES BEANS MIGHT BE CONTRIBUATING TO THIS RUSH OF HAPPYNESS, OH WELL, BETTER BE CHEMICALLY HIGH THEN A SAD MISERABLE SOD IN SOME DUSTY OFFICE ( I SYMPHATHIZE DEEPLY FOR YOU )READING THIS OVER U LAST NIGHT HANGOVER . OH WELL, LOOK AT IT THIS WAY. AS AN AVERAGE CITIZENS,U HAVE ONLY 5 TERRIBLE LONG HOURS LEFT OF BOREDOM, SEATING AFROND OF YOUR PC, TALKING TO U FRIENDS ON MSN OR WATCHING DISCRETLY PORNS. ALTAVISTA. OR GOOGLE WHATEVER BOAT U BOAT.... COPYRIGHT@2006.H.N.MARGOT.
MY BEST WHORE!
THE DOLLS!
MADAME DE BARBITURATES….I must be the only living being,
Prescribe this arty excrement!
Pretty, colourful, and so sexy to the eyes!
Taboo, you bet!
I felt over hills for them,
I understand their legends,
More sordid and empty then the next!
But is it not why we fall in love?
Tomorrow I shall smile,
And same old pretty face,
I will be so obliged, so geisha like,
In my most butch ways!
Love it, me, a little cunt,
Using the “C” word,
And get away with it!
Because my clock is ticking
100 years later,
U get me, yeaps, cunt and arrogant!
French I suppose…
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If I had to paint you this is how I would…
Like a old memory, but some colours,
To remember and let the hates dreams…
Beauty is real….
Please, let me not laugh,
Let me instead kneele,
Upon your bleeding feet’s…
Yes I am the devil and the broken angel,
But I still danced upon the moon and smiles,
Often, I bring joy,
And confidence to the hearts of the foreign.
I wonder why, ponder over my attitude, while I am still high in the clouds,
And what I see a man, who, think this is all fantasy,
The true is so simple, and crude of nothing.
Like an empty shell, we are all!
A recipient to the next and future,
It does not really matter,
What the question or answer is?
There is no …..
Pure delightful emptiness, the void!
So here we are,
Tricky ourselves to cling cling, cling,
To air and blessings…
Silly old fools,
Dress in your most appropriate dress,
Classy and transparent!
Merry Christmas!
What a joke if you can understand this….
Eh mother Mary,
If you can hears me, your and your son,
Felt over the moon, and crash upon the sun!
Would you let us be marrying?
Eh mother Mary!
I felt in love with your son….
As I can see his bleeding feet’s!
I felt the smell of decay and pain,
But overwhelming,
Was the faith?
I did it my way!
And all hell loose,
Kiss him, drags him over the ground, like a piece of shit,
I let him begs me to fuck me, and would let him beg for more,
Because Christianity you have sucks my cock and tonight I am playing with u,
Forget the kids, easy was it?
Quite amusing and fanatic and let free…
I feel! Tonight!
So Jesus Christ is so present and his mother smoke next to me,
Vapours of memories,
She still cries over her lost love,
Long as gone the trust,
The love, we liveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Hello, goodnight, bonsoir, London city,
London dolls!!!!
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C`os I am dead, I guess it doesn’t really matter?
I hurt so much and inflict as many bruises to the ones I loves!
Yes, go on; tell me how sick I am…
I am not really dead, yet.
Just floating like Ophelia…
Today is a sad day, because I saw it all….
The overdose of sleeping pills,
To be precise, like he would have like too,
Barbiturates!
30 = fatal.
He took the all months supplied = 56 pretty capsules.
They found him, on his kitchen floor; one of his dogs was licking his bleeding ear, while the small one was sleeping between his knees.
His faithful friends, oh baby, I wish they knew…
Who is going to be there for them?
The ambulance, the friend who saw the body lying on the floor, too late this time!
They gather to his bed, he look peaceful in the coma.
This time, there is little chance to wake up.
Yes call me selfish, coward but u have no idea of my past!
And for that, I forgive you and forget it all…
Loosing my head rapidly to the madness of Tuinals,
So, so S.O.S BAD for my fragile spirit, I wish I was so numb I did not feel a thing anymore, but I still do…
And I guess, in those sleepless nights I thank you, for giving me some chemical love, and a sense of purpose.
Yes I know it all sound crazy and not making much sense, better stop there….
Story of my life, actually!
REMEMBER WHEN YOU WAS YOUNG,
You were unable to watch yourself in a mirror,
As much you despised yourself!
What happen?
They love you,
36 years old,
Looking a little rough,
Unshaven, sleepy eyes.
I can see how moist u are,
I can see you hard on,
Life is so twisted,
I was in my eyes the ugly duck!
Make me happy,
To be 36 year old,
And fuck the world,
They finally love me!
Why, why, why?
The telephone is still my best friend,
My dolls as my best escapes,
Because he end it all,
Sex appeal, I guess…
Cold, I should be between the sheets!
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u took my hands and promess me all be fine, and suck your words...
did they knew?
only few weeks ago you would be cut/ dissected/ butcher of a dreaM?
i guess i am bless, to live in a world who disgust me to have meet you well, to be more precise to meet A.miller.
in the mid-time, i will take more dolls, the pretties ones, you used to have fun with, and hope to ended it all at the same time...
well, we are the victims of the valley of the dolls!!!!!
because there are so good,they make you smile when you cry inside....
i strongly recommend NOT to falls over the rainbow, dolls are too good but most of all there are the most little fuckers i have experiment with!
see u tomorrow...
Another day at work, but what make my day shine is your smile!
I call you Marilyn, because you are fills with compassion and love, while feeling guilty and each days I watch you punish yourself!
But you always have a minute to listen to my problem and bring a smile in me.
I can forget the tears, that it is what it is all about
A true friend is precious, like cheap jewels!
You tell me you pain and I return the favours, and we laugh, so much, so much…
You teach me the lessons you had to learns and I confided in you my past.
Oh, it feel so good to write about you, no depression, no pain, no distress, no regrets, because I knows you will always be there, how friendships are so precious!
Because you are so special, in my heart!
Just comeback from work, we drunk champagne and smoke cigarettes, and laugh with the innocence of children’s spirits.
I have so much admiration for you, and I know you can read my soul and remind me, I am not that monster I believe so often to be!
I wish I was what u whish I to be but I know u understand, and the love we shares is as glorious and precious!
Thank god for the true friends you have and never take for granted their friendships,
In a world of hypocrisy and jalousies…
I am proud to say I have met an angel, and her name is Irene.
why does doctors prescribes this things?
he does not think to worry to prescribe them to me...
ok i do have a condition.....S....
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WAKING UP AT 4 am,
GROGGY FULL OF 3 DOLLS.
Affront of my computer,
Feeling chilling,
But hey barbs are well knows to give u hypothermia,
So now, I am wide awake,
I pop one more,
Hoping to crawls like a midget,
In my sulkies sheets…
My brain is numbs,
No desires, no passions left,
Except for the same ultimate desire,
To forget and be forgiving….
I hurt and inflict pains to my beloved,
No escape the game is gone too far…
5 more minutes and like a bullet,
I will be crucifix, on the chemical cross,
I am a star and shall dies like one,
The drugs were part of it,
I will wake up with a smile,
Hopelessly and psychotropic happy…
Goodnight my friends….
Ce n`est pas un adieu.
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Months passed, monsoon flooding the streets of London.
Tonight will be, hopefully an early night, couples of dolls so I can smile tomorrow…
This is really sick and make my heart hack with pains, hurricane in my soul, I can barely think.
I wish I could buy a single ticket to the land they calls Asteroid B-612.
But the little prince of the twenty one century has long lost his way and the snake has pass so often your paths, that there is no venoms who can put together you dreams or run away to a better place…
I memorize the first time, I read your story I find a friend, a little boy who could not understand the world, sound familiar!
I was lost in some foreign lands, alienated I survived!
I fell in love with a book, magic pages…
They though I was weird. Boys don’t love boys, children’s hearts are pure, and there are no harms but butterflies and fireworks in heaven.
They keep saying it’s the journey who counts and not the top, but my feet’s bleed heavily!
I am just simply too tired….
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Les larmes sont éphémères,
Les sourires inde bibles.
Le rire un écho de l`âme,
Un hurlement, un murmure perçut dans la nuit…
Alors pourquoi avoir perds ?
Je demande au jury ?
Je suis cet être vulnérable,
Qui ose exposer sa chair, son sang, ses tripes,
Sur une page vierge !
Mon crime fut de rêver,
Que l`amour existait !
J`ais rêver de vos bras on les brisants!
Et je vous suis tous rejeter…
Être beau, sensible et pure,
Je m`en rappelle…
Le dos de votre main sur ma joue.
Je l apprécie encore,
Et comme toute les nuits le vide est mon allier !
Alors qu’importe si le mot vous faits peur ?
Suicide, je répète suicide !
Un doux murmure,
Le vent qui m`emporte tout…
Mais mon heure n est point,
Ma souffrance bien plus prolongé,
Et c`est avec amertume,
Que je sais que demain, je sourirais…
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I WORK SO HARD...
NO NEED FOR APOLOGIES!
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I AM SO S.O.S SO SICK, BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I LIVE THE AMERICAN DREAM, VERSUS LONDON!I am so S.O.S so rock and rolls, rolling, smoking and kissing…to be polite!
But it is alright, because when i am on stage I live a life of sins, undressing for the eyes of the looser.
I am so S.O.S so cheap and truly don’t give a damned because I am feeling so happy while I expired slowly, watch me, co`s I am back again and yes I talk shit…
What do u means by liver? I ate my kidneys…
I fuck with the rich, I fuck with the tramps, because I truly feel for him, while his hands were shaking and sucking with his fake teeth’s…
I was craving love and still do, I guess…
But these days, my hand has become my best pals!
The one and only who does not impose me her rules, as I play with my flute!
Yeaps, I suppose I am a sinner, a hooker and hopeless romantic…
In the mid-time, I drink, smoke like a fire brigade and talk sensually, black and white on dirty sheets!
Old stains of semen, souvenirs of past futile lust, because I do what I want!
Yes, that right, I do what I want.
Did it all, the passing car, the old parking park, the park, whatever….
Same old story really but I am not scare!
Because you can always drags me in some doggy alleys and fuck the light of me, OR LET WHISPER DEEP IN U ANAL PASSAGE MY DEEPER SECRET!
I will puke later my deceptions, my life is pure fantasy and my soul enjoy the thrills, co`s I live a life of sins!
I don’t play but make the rules, remember me that way!
I did them all, part of the job!
Married, judge, priest and ageing queens whatever rock my boat as long as I got enough dolls, to falls asleep and forget it all!
It is the filthy of lies, but honesty would be the cross, I carry…
Oh yes, I drink more then a goldfish and rock all the time, between the sheets with my punters!
Geisha boy, rent boy whatever rock you boat, do you really think I care, I am true to myself, I don’t hide, look at my face, my name is real co`s I don’t care!
Seating on the bog I am thinking of my blog should i erase myself of it all?
Even I don’t give myself a chance, I shake with beauty…
Yeaps, I am a little cunt, who still can charge the rich and be free to the poor…
This makes me happy!
I know what you think, but really let face it, you don’t know me, all there is words on the pages, in some cyber land where I enjoy vomiting my despair!
Therapy of the misfit!
You can try to put me in a box but you will always fails, because I am so S.O.S so complex…underneath there is a child, who wanted to be love.
Like all of us, the difference we all have all deals in different ways!
Time to go in the park, drink myself silly with my best friends and smoke grass (remember avoided walking upon it).
How baby, do your hair up and smile, you so good at it, nobodies knows, nobodies care…so I play the game so well.
See u.
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When I was young, I truly believe I was going to be « it », the new star shinning in the sky, between my mistress the moon and my lover the sun.
But life is never so easy or straight forward and while the dream still breaths, the hunchback is getting tired…trying.
I left everything behind my youth, climb the windows and took the first train, direction to freedom, runaway more likely!
I changed my name and family, I was going to be brand new sparkling, hoping for diamantes, cheapness and beauty are the bed I laid my bones in!
But it’s alright because I am still the same gypsy and make my rules, if I don’t feel anything, I don’t play in your playground!
I live a life of sins and proud to be the top hedonist, it’s alright because I don’t give a damned!
Cracking the old joke, lying in hospital sheets, needles sticking from my arms is my new tattooed!
I guess your secret is safe with me, nobodies knows and I still hide the tears,
While all they see is your smile tangled up through the page!
Long way to heaven, long way to happiness more likely floating in between above and bellows!
Oh well….
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What wrong with me?
SULKING in the deep of the night.
There is so much misery, tears and tortures…
Peoples bleeding on the grounds as I type those words, so tell me, are gentle, what is immoral with me?
Everywhere I look, I see sullen faces; tainted smiles & the rest society make me sick.
I sleep 4 hours a night, maybe that it, and the disease of the insomniac?
Not that it really matter…
In 2 days I will have a friend for my best pals, Mimo.
This makes my heart warms…
But why do I feel so cold inside?
I wish I could sell my body for free like once I used to be, under the pressure of paternal love!
But today, I look for an escape!
Fuck poetry, tonight I shall speak like I do in the bright light of the day time…
I shall try.
I am so sad, I wish I could walk to the kitchen and open my magic box, like I did 1 week ago.
The bottle is full again and all I wish is to swallow the lots.
I am so selfish?
I work so hard, so I don’t need any love, because I earn every penny.
I could write about the past but it doesn’t appeals to me!
Instead I wait for my dolls to kick in.
Tomorrow same shit different day, as far as I am concern!
I could pick up the phone, listen the voice of some “friends”, family cannot cope, mother cry like doves flying under blooded sky, she says, she loves me, but the phone never rang!
I guess, I hurt her too much like me too!
Who wish a son, who is gay/by/hetero, whatever, addicted to prescribe drugs, sell his body, and destroy his soul, un-happy and across the ocean…?
Better mummy to forget I was never born?
It all right, because I am tempting to says, I don’t give a damned, but I do really...
My life is a fantasy, pills for each hour of the days, smile = purple, sleep= rainbow, calm = blue, green = happy, white to wake up…
The list is endless…
And if I honest, I am scare, I live a life, who seems to be outside of me!
Like a goldfish swimming in the clouds, gasping for the ocean!
I ask you what one can do.
I sometimes, like tonight, think, there is no hopes, no self-pity but this sullen feeling inside me…
Baby your secret is safe with me…
Who is going to feel it?
I don’t think nobodies know how I feel at this present time!
Almost 3 AM and another 4 hours sleep…
Time for …….? Temptation is so strong.
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TO MOVE FROM Jack The ripper, depravity & jelly beans sweets..
Got a great news, after almost 2 years of searching intensive research, I am about to pick up my female pygmy marmoset!
Yes!
Having turning my flat into some mini-rescue centre, taken under my wings all kind of creatures, some in distress, some in need of home or for my own passion, I came across almost 2 year ago, by a lady who was selling her pygmy marmie after loosing his twin brother, she felt she could not cope with him.
When i saw him, he was love at first site!
There are the most little cuties pixy ever put on this earth…
Like peoples, facial expressions, moody and yes, typical of monkey, cheeky!!!
So finally, Mimo (my male) is about to have a girlfriend!
Can wait to introduce them together!
My prime reason to get him a mate was marmosets were never supposed to leave on they own, but in this case it was more again, of taking under my wings a creatures/ fairies under my care.
But I was always worry about the fact he was living on his own, as I have past experience of primates and should never be left on their own, despise the time I spend with the little bugger, who has a taste for beer, fags and diamantes!
Of course, none is allowed in this house, we just battle together about who will have the beer first!
Talking about being excite, my border collie that would not hurt a fly is going to be in heaven too.
Thank to him, I truly believe, if he was not for him, Mimo would might not have make it and died of loneliness...
But the collie and the monkey are best mate!
Oh yes, in case, for those extremists, keeping pygmy marmosets is completely legal and there is no requirement for legal licence etc….except a huge amount of love!
So here we go, I shall post some picture of them in the mid time, and I will post a pic of Mimo and…well, good question.
HELP;
ALL MY PET NAMES START WITH THE LETTER ~M~
ANYONE HAS A GOOD NAME?
IF SO KEEP SENDING ME SOME IDEAS ABOUT IT, IT HAS TO BE SHORT LIKE MIMO AND MYSTICAL.So far, I have come with Misty.
MY PIXIE MIMO, 1 OF MY BEST FRIEND!
"please,mommy, can i go out and kill tonight,i feel like taking a life, please i wanna the silver knive.and feel, feel like taking a life daddy, can i go out and hunt tonight like u do daddy on sunday morning................................"
Miss kitten.
SOUND LIKE A NICE DREAMY BREEZE, I WISH I WAS SEATING ON THE SEA AND FEEL LIKE U.... lOVEaSeVER. MARGOT.XXX
All I ask is one more hour…7 AM, I love the sunrise I can let my tears flows without fear.
Or,
Maybe it is the hangover of the little sleepers, still floating, running like crazy molecules inside my head, usual Sunday, usual any days really, let face it.
5 hours is all I can get that right, pump out on dolls, they used to says, ONE would make you sleep for 10 hours!
Wonder what happens and don`t tell me my brain got used to it, I would have never guess?
My body must be like a jar of pickle of gherkins, my blood smell like vinegar, I reckon, if I ever stop, I be dead, the chock and the withdraws were never part of the ending game...
Until we met again, my friend, your smile discreetly as I watch the sky open his arms to me, I wish I could feel your kisses.
Already 1 white to get over the headache, 1 blue + coffee to make me feel a little smiley and maybe soon a purple and a long dark 1 to wake up and start rocking upon the walls of my flat, under the influence of life, because you see baby, this is my reality, so don’t tell me I escape anything, keep your sermon and bible close, god has left this house long ago…
These days I rather nature, animals and magical plants gathering all around me, like some jungle, well hidden in the middle of Clapham, south London.
I am a pagan/ a witch/ atheist/ Buddhist/ satanic/ angelic, but you see, this morning I feel like rock and rolls and I am bursting like a bubble after farting in the bath, to explode and fills my lungs with sweet perfume!
Yeaps, baby, I feel like rocking and then, if I feel, stable and can hide the black circle under my eyes, I may even venture to the jolt of the city and spoil myself, I need a new suit so I can fools them even more, too many scalpels to hide !
Work department, there is hope, well, I won’t says more, but the light or the sweet smell of having a job in one of the most influential TV channel, is looming over my head….
Finger cross, no more Christ chains to hold and pray in some Christianity gesture, I would rather Jack the ripper cut my hands off, and let the flesh rotted to the stony floor of the church of my childhood, watching my arteries jerkinG off, yes, that right, this is my favourite Sunday music and I am not even depress actually, I am rather pleasingly happy, dreamy state!
Conversation with my 10 year old self- I wish we meet again?
Well, HELLO GOOD BRITAIN~strong~!
He say: popping 2 purple angels! Naughty boy, I mean man!
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What happened to the child?
He was so sweet, so gentle, I wonder, sometimes?
I work so hard. I still don’t have money anymore, but I don’t care, what they think!
I remember picking up broken glasses pretending he was diamantes,
Sometimes, flirting with nature =, catching butterflies, children’s cruelty, and beauty in my hands, wild flowers for my mum, I was a mummy boy…
She would works late and I would clean, I must have been barely 8/9 years old, but the smile on her face was honey in my mouth!
When it all did go wrong?
Oh yes I remember, is name was Richard Bertrand, he rape me, when I was 12 years old…
I am not sad, I can change my names, I look like a man today, and the decay flower is gone…
Self-pity is like pain, I forgot about it.
Life makes any sense to me?
Yes, that right I was a good kid, the best, I would not speak so not too infuriated my father and drawned instead.
Lost in some magic lands.
I was in loved with all nature creatures. Doctor Doolittle, yeaps!
Today Fascinating and collecting cages, I don’t have to explain?
So what do I do?
- I fuck anyone’s, males/females…
- Take prescribe drugs, I am clever, I don’t beg on the streets!
- I try to top self-harming every month, last time a week ago took a massive overdose of barbiturates, stop breathing but my friend, gave me chest Massage and I chock and BREATH AGAIN, SHIT!
- I am sexy but give myself to anyone’s, almost….
- No respect.
- I see my friends leaving me, they are so scare…
- I don’t blame them….
- I am under so many pills-sedatives…
- Pills to sleep,
- Pills to wake up,
- Pills to smile,
- Yes, I still foul them.
- I look happy!
- I wonder how?
- Everybody told me what a genius I am?
- If so, what the fuck I sell my soul?
- Co`s I’m still sexy?
- Nobody knows, I can not cry,
- Why?
- Am I so hard?
- Or so weak?
- Life hold on to me!
- When all I want is to leave!
- Nobodies know the true pain of the child….
- Do I sound like I self pity?
- Because I don’t!
I can speak about sex, anger, repulsion and everywhere I look, I want to vomit...
This is the ME TODAY!
I have sex with strangers and vomit after it.
And i want to thank you for the bottom of my heart, to be me.
Survivor or future suicide?
I really don’t care!
Time to watch some goddess M.M and sleep the dolls make me too sleepy and I an about to write shit…..
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I am scare to go to bed so I will swallow more pills…
Stupid I, the door is close!
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Oh god blesses your anal passage, it felt so good, and the knife was so Sharpe running upon my neck!
Punters, I lost the counts but this one will be “bob” the only 1 who will slip my throat, I know it, in his ecstasy, it told me so…
No one will ever have you, Jesus, I should shit myself but I just talks shit, instead, because I feel so good to knows it might do the job I keep butcher!
At least I will be the front page for one morning, naked body, and knickers down my ankles, my throat slip, and blood stain on my cheap shirt.
At least, I never play the game, I play my rules, I did what I wanted, always will…
I feel so open to the world, and I don’t mean the moon- side of my biological side!
It was quick; I will have to wear a scarf, to hide the bruises.
Nobodies know.
To change subject, I had a friend, a lover, who pass away, lucky bastard!
You can laugh now!
Few months ago, his heart stop, too much sleepers and booze, light me a cigarette from the Olympus!
I celebrate your death…
Tonight I think of you, me and you in bed when I was 19 you were the scream of the scream, me, no respect for myself, nothing really change there, hehehe…
You were 40, and falls to the ground, your head beating the pavement!
Your name was Simon Hobbart, one of the 20 most influential gay men of the London scene, they say in the newspapers.
HYPOCRITES!
Google and u shall see I don’t say any lies…
My honesty shall be my punishment and falls…
I am bored or maybe the dolls are kicking?
Does it really matter; I shall pop around and cry in my sleep...
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