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I have a real urge to be primal at the moment.
Take all my clothes off. Wear woad and take fly-agaric. Hunt down the Roman invaders.
I want to shed my veneer of snivilisation. Shed my humanity. I want to run with the Wild Hunt, sink my teeth into raw flesh, howl at the moon, give myself over to the frenzy and excitement of reverting to animal. I want to lose myself.........
9/8/2006 11:25 am
Howling in torment|
Agonised cries from bloodied lips
Raging at moonlight
Raking the face with sharp fingertips
Skin splitting, showing bone
Raw, whirling downward
Hunted ones praying for release
Ghosts of the inner soul cry
The cadence and rhythm of pain
Is what I live by
(I seem to be writing a lot of rubbish lately! x)
9/24/2006 1:44 am
Maybe we need to reorganise the mud wrestling events of hull group past!|