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    dots Submission Name: Guilded Cuntdots

    Author: Razor2TheRosary
    ASL Info:    24 - f - Philly
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 238/127/51
    Words: 256
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 1809
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
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       I know that the grammar and punctuation are both completely fucked up, but I don't care enough to fix it.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsGuilded Cuntdots

    Wasted skin of addict's whore. Medication.. given more. Strangulation. Lick the floor. Is this what you're looking for? Suffocation's what you want. Just another dirty cunt. Another bitch with rug-burned knees, willed to tease and drenched in sleaze, filled with fluid and disease, but midnight killed uncertainties.

    And is it lust that makes you ill? Crush me like I crush these pills. Drain the blood to watch it spill upon the flesh you crave until desire finds another grave, another cave, a junkie's slave. But at the end of every rave, souls are too infected to be saved. Injected with the cruelest drug, selected for the hole you dug... and disconnected as expected, purity has been neglected.

    Maybe I should go to hell, burn inside a flaming cell, love the ashy fucking smell, and maybe then I'd wish you well. But not just yet and not tonight. Your chemicals will not ignite a spirit that was never there. You won't get tangled in my hair, and never again will I bite through the dingy clothes you wear. It's so easy, but I don't care. I'm wrapped in things you can't repair. Spite's insanity compares to nothing vanity prepares you for.

    And maybe I'm a fucking whore, a creep, a cheap price to adore, but you were never worth much more. Fascination loved the gore, desperation was décor, aberration could implore, and infatuation won the war. But that was before annihilation. I have since lost dedication, destroying violent correlation.
    So swallow your heartless invitation.

    Submitted on 2008-10-13 10:42:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      "spites insanity compares to nothing vanity prepares you for"

    so true...

    i like the way you rhyme..it is so natural..lots of in-line rhyming...i usually am turned off by rhyme..unless it is like this...the feel that it flowed naturally as you wrote...not that you kept pondering for hours what word would fit the rhyme scheme...

    the last stanza is powerful..take your wares elsewhere i had enough of degrading myself over you...get lost.

    | Posted on 2011-05-25 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      damn nikkki!!!! this is shockingly, disgustingly, honestly, beautiful!!! these lines hit me the hardest, i guess because they carry so much weight and i see the pictures in my mind...

    "Another [censored] with rug-burned knees"

    "And is it lust that makes you ill? Crush me like I crush these pills"

    "But at the end of every rave, souls are too infected to be saved"

    "It's so easy, but I don't care. I'm wrapped in things you can't repair"

    you did a great job of taking a lot of different things and weaving them together to paint a clear picture. i won't soon forget this, it's all real life, not fake or plastic...i think this made my day!!!!!
    | Posted on 2008-11-02 00:00:00 | by scissorhands | [ Reply to This ]

    my feeling is, in the title, just say Cunt. imho
    because it is an offensive word... let it offend.

    You won't get tangled in my hair, and never again will I bite through the dingy clothes you wear

    this seems to long or needs to be re-worked a bit...

    maybe -

    You won't get tangled in my hair, I won't bite through those dingy clothes you wear

    just needs a bit of something here...

    I guess my feeling is... it is hard being a woman sometimes.

    My friend always talks about ( POP )(Power of Pussy)... I think as I have gotten older, I actually understand it. We have power if we use it correctly. But it has to come from a place of self esteem, if that makes sense.

    Believe me, I have had my share of [censored]ty relationships and a whole lotta other stuff and I am not here to really tell you anything, except it gets better... but it has to start w/self.

    kinda takes me back...

    mean write.
    needed write I suppose.
    keep letting it out.

    not much of a comment I know...
    | Posted on 2008-10-13 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]

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