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Friday, November 17, 2006'♥

WARNING !! The pictures below may be alittle too graphic for some !
esp. for 1.girls who like pink,fluffs and hellokitty .
2.weirdoes who type like tHiS WORrRrRXZXZx!!

explantory :
okaye. First and foremost, i am really not some morbid and eccentric woman who harbors fetishes of cannibalism and blood drinking on friday afternoons.
it's a fine and dandy friday and dad came back with a pig's heart from the grocer's, of which i wont ask what it's for and i wont want to know. In any case, if it's some exotic attempt to revamp friday's dinner menu, i have already lost my appetite and besides i am allergic to pork.


but i reckon i am already saving my entire household's life by messing with it.
hmm, sakura's poster paints and some chilli sauce do wonders .

so dad was asking if i did bring my keys and wallet and lo and behold.
IDEA SEYYYYY!
these bloody creative juices.


hmmm. let's all pig out this weekend, no? > ;)

p.s . i swear it's the last time i am ever touching something like that.


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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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