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Incubus

Disturbed sleep leads me to a Neurotic daytime, to Chaotic thoughts of Erotic nightmares, me and a being Exotic sights, reality disturbed Hypnotic states of Scintillating salacious Wanton ness, night after night a heavy weight upon my chest of rough hands and Growls of need Ruttish, sluttish behaviour descending into Lustful need of fulfilment. This hypnotic state is not as Wonderful as it sounds The fear is overridden by the  orgiastic events, but the knowing of its return night after night descends into  madness and fear. How do you escape the unseen ? How do you stop wanting the feelings it provokes? How do you stop you? and your stormy need? Your base desires are feeding this demon This demon is feeding you. To break free, the route is simple Don't be there when he comes. Go to the river, wash the sin clean, Sleep in the river's depth.
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Camellia-japonica
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May 5, 2014
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