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andrea
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so many new scars to tell the tale of all i’ve done this summer. will i remember their origin years from now? the superficial ones, their tales will fade with time. but the ones on my heart will always remain vivid. copyright 2000
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gaudior
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sometimes i wish that i could be just like a snake rubbing against a stone and shedding the old "me" to become a new more glorious self
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birdmad
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every time i try it i just keep fucking up and becoming something worse
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yummyC
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every summer i change myself. very few stick around long enough to realize this. If you had met me last year you would've hated me. and I would've loved you. things are different every summer.
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silentbob
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rebirth regeneration all my skin is peeling off maybe i should look brighter at my_world because of it
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Casey
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Is it really new skin, or just my old skin from years ago reappearing?
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uow
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new scene
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ben is jamin now!!!
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fascination over fear, i walked to the body. he layed at peace. eyes shut, tongue in mouth not out... t-shirt still on his back, he pants still buttoned, he still had a heart. he still had a brain. the difference was life. i sat and pulled out my knife i though about it... then decided to start at the neck giving him an equator. i pealed back the leather like covering that use to represent the personality of this deceased man and traced the rest of his shape. then there were two. one with depth, but not cover, one with hair, but no stuffing. i slip the slick outer shell of him and stitch up tight. so here i am. forgot to tell ya, i killed him with a shot to the head. lets proceed. we walk,both of us to the park. gun in pocket and all. we reach our destination, both grab the gun. the sound of a shreak breaks the happiness of the children playing. gun now in mouth, we pull the trigger... him out of rage and hate.. me..out of insanity of course. now we both lay dead. him in his new body, he in my new skin... was it suicide?
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what's it to you?
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