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Originally Posted by Angelic Dissonance
You know, if I imagine your blood, so that I can see your veins and arteries when I look at you, like X-ray vision, then I can smell it, I can taste it.... and I can tell how much fruit you eat by the flavor....
I like blood. I wrote my girlfreind a letter in blood once--but it took more than one cut--and I have a particular sort of anemia, on and off, and so it was brown.... Not the most pleasing color for blood. I've done the same thing--cut for Ennui, rather than sorrow--but isn't it fascinating to watch? You're a sheltered, hidden shadow of a man, a recluse of sorts, forgotton more than hiding, and when you finally make it out of such a situation....
It's like H. P. Lovecraft's The Outsider--http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/o.asp
If you've read it, then you'll understand.
That being said, I'm glad I'm not as 'Outside' anymore.
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Wow, I hope I never get so lame as to write my girlfriend in blood.
Hell, it's unorthodox, not exactly resourceful either...couldn't you find a pen?
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