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cruel_erotic_plague's Journal
a plague on words
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cradle of filth v.i.p.
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October 15, 2008, 05:38:pm
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well i purchased my cralde of filth v.i.p. passes today for the new york city show. i'm very excited about it but i dislike this waiting thing.
wish me luck
louis
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imp of the perverse.
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October 11, 2008, 10:22:pm
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desire gleams in her eyes.
a calling to spread this bitch wide.
whispers from her curves.
my insanity would surely subside.
back and forth,side to side,between her thighs.
bestial lust fills my veins.
carnal urges i can't contain.
cream rages to the curls of her borders.
skirt and corset of pleasure and pain.
wrapped tightly around her celestial frame.
she's a fuck me every way whore.
leaving me in pervertigo,hungry for more.
that vulgar cunt!
in those breasts that keep me borne.
an abomination for whom my soul is torn.
her flesh pallid and verse.
pouring herself on me until i burst.
this filth i'll always bear.
from this imp of the perverse
that keeps this flesh aroused and cursed.
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thought for the century
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October 07, 2008, 03:04:am
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There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.
Gandhi
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Vaishnov Jan to taynay kahyeeye
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October 03, 2008, 01:41:am
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Vaishnov Jan to taynay kahyeeye
Jay peerh paraaye janneyray
Par dukkhey upkar karey teeyey,
man abhiman na anney ray
Sakal lokma Sahuney bandhey,
Ninda Na karye kainee ray
Baach kaachh, Man nischal Raakhey,
dhan-dhan jananee tainee ray
Samdrishi nay trishna tyagee,
par-stree jaynay mat ray
Vivihva thaki asatya na bolay,
par-dhan nav jhaley haath ray
Moh maaya vyaayey nahin Jeynay,
dridth vairagya jana manma ray
Ram-nam-shoom taalee laagee,
Sakal teerth seyna tanma ray
Vanloohee nay kapat rahit chhay,
Kaam, Krodh nivarya ray
Bhane Narsinhyo tainoo darshan karta
kul ekotair taarya re.
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the hymn of Gandhi
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October 02, 2008, 02:12:am
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A godlike man is one,
Who feels another’s pain
Who shares another’s sorrow,
And pride does disdain.
Who regards himself as the lowliest of the low,
Speaks not a word of evil against any one
One who keeps himself steadfast in words, body and mind,
Blessed is the mother who gives birth to such a son.
Who looks upon everyone as his equal and has renounced lust,
And who honours women like he honours his mother
Whose tongue knows not the taste of falsehood till his last breath,
Nor covets another’s worldly goods.
He does not desire worldly things,
For he treads the path of renunciation
Ever on his lips is Rama’s holy name,
All places of pilgrimage are within him.
One who is not greedy and deceitful,
And has conquered lust and anger
Through such a man Saint Narsaiyon has a godly vision,
Generations to come, of such a man, will attain salvation
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