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 Is It Wrong to Cry?
 

CRYING IS A PASSION THAT SHOWS COMPASSION...DONT WORRY ABOUT HOW YOU THINK YOU LOOK TO OTHERS..WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT YOURSELF....SO STRONG ARE WE WHO FIGHT THE NIGHT...SO STRONG ARE WE WHO ARE AFRAID OF BLIGHT, STRONG ARE WE WHO SHARE THE MIGHT, STRONG ARE WE WHO SLEEP IN MY ARMS, I HOLD YOU TIGHT...
Posted by Lorna Heartston at 12:07 AM - 5 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 MONSTER click click click click
 

Once upon a time....kidding...out here when it rains, I mean really rains....crawfish come out of the ground, they are little white lobster looking things. Some are very large, about the size of my hand at times and larger.So one day, it rained really hard, and out came the crew of crawfish to torture me. (I hate creepy crawlies). It rained so long, that their homes got washed out or something. Days and days of rain. Do you get that is was really wet? So here are these things everywhere, and my husband decides to get one and put into our fish tanks. We have two fish tanks that are right next to each other and hold 20 gallons each. (We have two because we each like different kinds of fish and his are usually too mean and eat the ones I like. I like Angel fish, they are beautiful.) So these two tanks are a major part of our living room. So he puts this creature into my fish tank and we watch it for a while. That night I decided to get up after a sleepless time in bed, and it is still dark, around 2-3 in the morning, and I am walking down the hallway, which is about 15 feet long and I am about half way down when I see something on the floor, and I turn on the light to see what it is. And guess what it is? The stupid crawfish. He is a huge one, bigger than my hand, perhaps the size of a mans hands which are rather large. I scream and then I run away. It had crawled out of the tank and down the side of the tank and down the hall. I ran into the kitchen, and started to look for some kind of weapon to use against the monster. I came up with.......tongs. I went back into the hall to try to pick up this dragon and he is gone. Ok, now I am really crazy and screaming. I start to look for it and look everywhere. I finally locate it under my daughters bed and he is just staring at me. I reach under the bed with the tongs, and I pinch him after about the 30th time of grabbing him. I run screaming out of the house and I throw the tongs and the man eating lobster up and away from me. Not knowing I had so much power behind my toss, he hits the eave of the house and bounces down to the ground. After a few moments of relaxing my voice back into a lower level of panic, I go to look and see if he is dead. He was not and he was running as fast as he could go, which was very fast for his little legs. My heart took several long minutes to come back down. I survived the horror. I am a survivor. I was a hero. I saved myself from the awful thing that came from the dirt. I still get that creepy feeling of something on the floor in the hallway, I try to make sure that the kids keep the floor clean so I have nothing to fret. So how was that? Makes me look like a big coward doesn't it? Ok reason for this story tonight...my sons let out a hermit crab in my living room...and he is no where to be found...aaaahhhhhhh will this horror ever end....click click click...omg DeBunkem...ask Davie what he is saying.....
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 pASSIOn Is All oVer thE plAcE
 

Where is my mind of late??? I am up with passion and down with sadness...up with love and down with anger....forgive my confusing state...for I have no idea where it will go...
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 Happy Birthday Master
 

To the Dream Walker...Have a glorious day. I know you are walking on the astral plain and looking for the place of desire you are looking for. Here are your words.
As the presence around Heidi grew and began to close all around her, her heart began to beat faster, beads of perspiration forming and running between her breasts. As her fear increased at the approaching presence the heat growing warmer. The shadow appeared over head, the darkness grew around her. The majestic red dragon circled over head and swooped down towards her. Over come with fear Heidi bolted for the cover of the trees. To late Heidi was caught in the grip of sharp talons and hoisted into the air The majestic red dragon raced to the mountain top summoned by its master. Heidi was about to encounter the Dream Walker and would soon learn what it meant to serve him. Heidi was terrified but intrigued none the less. The fear was slowly giving way to awe and anticipation of what lay in store for her. The dragon while ferocious held Heidi with tender loving care as the mountain side flew by in a blur Before Heidi saw her soon to be master she felt his presence enter her mind. The vision instilled in her find terrified and excited her to no end. Never before had Heidi felt so alone and terrified while feeling a growing need to experience what she knew she was about to learn The Dream Walker showed himself in all his glory. His bulging muscular arms that would hold her tight and keep her close to his chiseled rugged manly face with hazel green eyes ablaze with lust and desire, fuelled by Heidi's darkest desires. As Heidi let forth her scream trapped in her throat her legs quivered and trembled, her mind filled with visions of what she was to do and learn of the way the dream Walker the wicked smile and gleam in his eyes grew As the great dragon circled over head Heidi saw him for the first time. His muscular body rigid like stone his head covered in the golden mask Heidi knew then and there that she had been transported to a different plain. She was about to discover the Dream Walkers many talents one of which was the ability to traverse the astral plains unbeknown to most mortals until summoned by one with the gift As the great red beast settled upon the mountain side Heidi’s wrists were held fast in the mighty front talons, the great beasts rear talons shot out gripping Heidi tight about the ankles As the Dream Walkers grin grew wide and wicked Heidi was held spell bound by his wicked hazel green eyes. One look into them and Heidi knew she would never be the same again. The Dream Walkers words filled her mind as his eyes wandered across her body till the caught and held her gaze fast. As the dream Walker approached and stood over her Heidi begged for the first time not to be harmed. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the hair, the wicked dagger cold as ice as he caressed it across her cheek. As scared as Heidi was she began to give into her deepest fears and desires. The Dream Walker able to read her thoughts began to smile his wicked lustful grin. Yes my pet that is right you have lots to fear but in time you will learn all you need to know, what you need fear most is disappointing and disobeying your master The dream Walker slid the dagger down her cheek and along her long soft neck............ok that is all my heart can stand hehehe...Happy birthday master...from your DGLFW
Posted by Lorna Heartston at 1:06 PM - 3 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 BEWARE! The Ides Of March Is Upon Us.......
 

I will become the enemy. I will become the destiny. I will become the death to you. I will take you away and make you the angel of power no more. Anger seers and pain grows within and I will take you in my hands and wipe life from your mind. As I plan what will be your ending... I feel no remorse to what is now and ever shall be your breath of no more. You enter upon this room that will be your last. You smile and see no happiness in return. You speak in tones of royality but none will listen to you with the ears of friendship or loyalty. One by one we come to you. We take one part of you with us. Not one soul will hold the guilt of actual life loss. We leave you there, batter and holes upon you....you die with fear in your mind, die with hate in your heart, die with nothing to give but your power....Beware!
Posted by Lorna Heartston at 2:07 PM - 7 Comments   Add a Comment  
 
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