The skeleton I love is covered in flesh.
I bit him on the neck last night in a dream, focused on his skeleton like before. I bit him on the neck, smiled, and let him bite me back.
posted by Leviathan at 5:42 pm
Friday, December 24, 2004
More Of Me
About Me
- Name: Leviathan
- Location: Australia
The rattle and whisper of the mind is rapid and always changing. Sometimes crooning in my ear, sometimes howling at the moon.And yet, though I run a winding road, I keep running into the same ghosts. Chasing down a vision and a dream.
Old Bones
- Fetish
- Stars On A String
- I Stand Accused Before The Rouge Of Being Hellbound
- Them, the men.
- Dreams are not to be analyzed.
- Dancing In The Dark
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