Karens scratch pad...kinda closed while i scratch with a pen.. ..

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a few words of wisdom from the alt ego ..

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after the dinner....

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a song lyric sent to me from a friend ty you know who you are.. xx

FRED SMALL i will stand fast

The echoes of childhood whisper violence
Cold wind beating out of the past
Rage in your throat, muffled silence
Hold on, I will stand fast.
In the darkness your guardians had left you
Cold wind beating out of the past
None to hear your cries, none to defend you
Hold on, I will stand fast.
I will stand fast, I will stand fast
You are safe in the daylight at last
Nightmare and fear, they have no power here
I will stand fast.
I will listen to the terrors that tried you
Cold wind beating out of the past
I will cradle the child that breathes inside you
Hold on, I will stand fast.
Though you take the shape of a hundred ancient horrors
Cold wind beating out of the past
Though you strike at me and flee into your sorrow
Hold on, I will stand fast.
I will stand fast, I will stand fast
You are safe in the daylight at last
Nightmare and fear, they have no power here
I will stand fast.
Birds flash upon a branch in winter
Cold wind beating out of the past
Ice in the sun begins to splinter
Hold on, I will stand fast.
You will walk with no fetters to bind you
Cold wind beating out of the past
All the love you have wanted will find you
Hold on, I will stand fast.
I will stand fast, I will stand fast
You are safe in the daylight at last
Nightmare and fear, they have no power here
I will stand fast.
I will stand fast

Aftermath pt1 ( evolving writing style)

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Aftermath pt2 ( evolving writing style)

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tattoo you mother fucker...

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my little pony LOL you have to be oh you arent...

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a mesage form karen,,,,oi editors?..

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the way she says yes

Sometimes she will say yes very softly, on an angel's
wings. She will slowly look away,
face the painting on the wall or the petals in the
bowl, listen to the twin promises of
fear and ecstasy, then she will look back at me
with total acceptance, no heavy
resignation or fake petulance, she will look back
straight and deep in my soul and she will breathe, yes..
I will hold her chin in the palm of my hand, I will
drink her fresh baby breath, bring her
close to me, her heartbeat a little faster, her
heat a little sharper, nipple already
blooming against the palm of my hand, her breast plump
and heavy like ripe mango, I
will squeeze her against me so that she
feels my hunger, my forceful need to bite into her antelope flesh.
I will lick the back of her neck, inhale deep
the promise of sweat in her hair, pull
her nipple a little harder. .
Some times she will say yes with her mouth shut open,
the gag fully stretching her lips,
she will simply nod to the strict leather corset
that will mold her into a plentiful
sacrifice, to the tight ropes that will better force
her to offer herself, to the whip that
will help her sing new strange songs she never knew
she could compose, she will says
yes with her eyes in my eyes and I will taste everyone
of her sighs, every sharp note of
pain, every whimper of joy..
She will say yes by the tones of her skin, the sudden
waves of red across the dunes of
her belly or the inside of her thighs as she opens
to receive my fingers, as she arches
back to present me with the peachy fruit of her
ass, she will say yes with musky
releases of sweat when the pleasure is so strong that
words are not good enough. She
will say yes by carefully kneeling on the burgundy
carpet, fragrant like an arum lily
under the sun of July, place her mouth where my heat
wants release, she will say yes by turning her
head as I approach the bed where she is spread wide,.
she will say yes and yes again in
her slow moans, her tight motions, without thinking
anymore, her yes panting around
my lips and my fingers, buckling against the ropes,
grunting against my clit, each
surprised whisper a thank you, each muffled
scream an encouragement, each release a testimonial.
I like the way she says yes. The way she trusts me
to play with her, to travel with her to
places where joy is a rich blue note with a deep
low pitch that travels every moist
nerve ending, she is the giant kite with dragon wings,
I am the rope that lets her rise
and play and that safely brings her back. She is
my music and my instrument.