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not a hurried act, but a bloodied one, nonetheless... yes, the residuals are two bodies, for the price of one(!), that once, twice exhumed, give off no trace of human fume what you don't know can't hurt you... what? that is a summary of the case; the motive, the weapon, and the scene of the crime, all the sane the raison d'être...or not to be... that is the question, and the answer.. the why, the how passion was murdered, ease on down, each other... daily, they ****** each other to the death, on crosses, side by side, like a semi-detached house, with holes aplenty bleeding into each other, their only diminished capacity attachment you still don't get it? **** look at your parent's marriage now you get it? a twenty year, slow bloodletting each day a drop dripped from a nail hole just a millimeter inserted deeper passion is a slow dying thing, that two do to each other a sanguine sang-froid slow motion killing, that stretches out over the years like black nylons used as a ski mask pretty, and ugly and disguising and disgusting and all at once, a dissipation a dissolving a double homicide by languid immolation **a crucification of a fiction, a crucifixion of passion**
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
The Crucifixion of Passion
not a hurried act, but a bloodied one, nonetheless... yes, the residuals are two bodies, for the price of one(!), that once, twice exhumed, give off no trace of human fume what you don't know can't hurt you... what? that is a summary of the case; the motive, the weapon, and the scene of the crime, all the sane the raison d'être...or not to be... that is the question, and the answer.. the why, the how passion was murdered, ease on down, each other... daily, they ****** each other to the death, on crosses, side by side, like a semi-detached house, with holes aplenty bleeding into each other, their only diminished capacity attachment you still don't get it? **** look at your parent's marriage now you get it? a twenty year, slow bloodletting each day a drop dripped from a nail hole just a millimeter inserted deeper passion is a slow dying thing, that two do to each other a sanguine sang-froid slow motion killing, that stretches out over the years like black nylons used as a ski mask pretty, and ugly and disguising and disgusting and all at once, a dissipation a dissolving a double homicide by languid immolation **a crucification of a fiction, a crucifixion of passion**
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
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