Brighton Meet
It will be on Saturday 18th July and we're meeting at Brighton train station at 1pm.
More details at =Alomie's journal here. See you there!
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End Experience… beep… beep… beep…End Experience
A faint voice. "…heart beat is irregular, sir… there's a chance… not sure if she'll…"
A light, I can see a pale light though my eyelids are closed. I try to open them, on failing I begin to panic. I can feel my arms but they will not obey my mind. I know my lungs are filling and emptying, but I can't feel myself breathing. There is a tube down my throat. There's a tube down my throat! It burns, offending my body with its presence. I try to sit up, to scream at the indignity of this foreign intruder, but I don'
by =ghostlove
HypnosisSpin, spin, flicker light Drunk on movement, tingle As the music mingles with her blood And courses through her soul.Hypnosis
Breathe, breathe, watching her Feel the motion, tremble As hypnotic beauty sways and turns And takes over your whole.
Shine, shine, glitter eyes See the passion, shiver As you fall prey to her lustful dance And submit to her control.
by =ghostlove
The Six O'Clock NewsGood evening, My name is Insert Name Here. This is the six o'clock news.The Six O'Clock News
Police are launching a worldwide search For Somebody In connection with the disappearance
Of a six-year old child. Some Child went missing From her home in Somewhere Yesterday morning. The police ask
That anyone with information comes forward.
Like anyone would bother Other people’s kids go missing every day I’ll keep all my d
by =ghostlove
Salt Tears, Honey DreamsShe wonders, with half-closed eyesSalt Tears, Honey Dreams
And sighing smile less soul What wondrous world eludes her She lays down unkempt hair and rosy cheek And a single saline stream Finds its way to starched cotton and down
A vision of white gold and glitter A raindrop in slow-motion A smile; seeking solace in a face An upturned eye, shining in moonlight Waiting in that endless moment Of fear and hope and love.
A dream of past dreams. When dreams were but a method And loneliness an ancient fear. A dream, so real she tastes the sweet Honey-tinted air in
by =ghostlove
Storybook StrangerI lie and listen to shallow breath In the warm darkness of insomniac hours. Looking on your closed eyes, moonlit, Seeing the soft rise-fall of your chest.Storybook Stranger
Who are you? A lover,
A stranger next to me. This face I know;
Contours of cheekbones and cherry-lips. But what it shields - a mystery, A mind I’ll never comprehend.
Who are you? Only a stranger. We live out our pretence; Our fairytale of togetherness, Where you are my Prince Charming And I am your sleepless beauty.
So close together, us two Yet so far
by =ghostlove
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