God-CaringFilth

My heart is scarred like a thousand battles.  Emotion fills me up and wants to burst but there is no way for it to get out.  I want to die but I cannot yet, for I may not know the results of this conversation for months.  Corey would understand, but he doesn't care.  Stephen cares but not enough to let me talk about it.  And Shadow would not understand at all, even if he were here with me.  I see nothing, I hear nothing when I walk.  I have been feeling all kinds of emotions that is not mine recently as well, and Corey says it isn't him.  He could be lying, or he could be saying it isn't him just because he hasn't specifically sent it to me f

I want to build a Protestant cemetery - not Catholic; Protestants are actually MORE "opposing" if they follow the religion properly - they're called Protestant because they PROTESTED the adoption of Pagan symbolism into the Christian religion - so, build a Protestant cemetery, and bury all the bodies in groups of three: 6 6 6                           f f f                           e e e                           e e e                           t t t                           u u u                           n n n                           d d d                           e e e                           r r r              

Body: Subject: Biker I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the charity box at McDonald's. I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant. But you didn't see me attending a meeting there to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window when I drove by. But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your chil