Comment on Dead Punks by critic

critic — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:04:02 +0000

hey ms. aizen, why not publish your own works too?????????para magkaalaman n kung sino tlgah ang mglng at nggagaling-galingan lang…….
hindi kaya natatakot ka lang mapahiya?????????

Comment on TIBAK by critic

critic — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:44:40 +0000

puro kayo pagalingan………bhla kayo sa buhay nyo….

Comment on Mountain- err by critic

critic — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:39:52 +0000

nice…

Comment on TIBAK by Gravios

Gravios — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 15:11:09 +0000

shees…..every ones a fuckin’ critic

Comment on Joy Ride by Jeffrey Dahmer

Jeffrey Dahmer — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 00:01:34 +0000

fake!

Comment on A Day in the Life by Nancy

Nancy — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 21:59:34 +0000

Wasnt that good of a read.

Comment on TIBAK by POWERSHAKER

POWERSHAKER — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 13:22:48 +0000

A chilly breeze was wafting about, and I saw her on the beach in San Diego. I have oft wondered whether I should tell this to the world. I know this writer is perhaps delivering an artful sketch of the imagination. Still, I shall tell my small story in short. It happened when I saw a lady on the beach in California many years ago. I was a wanderer and transient. Lost in my inebriated state, having just downed a half bottle of Jack Daniels Bourbon, I found myself empty, angry at the world that had taken my dreams and my livelihood. I thought as I stared down the beach, my feet sinking slightly in the beach sand. Stupid thought I had, too. “All I got is shoes, and the pain left by women.” So, I started walking down that beach, and I saw this girl with long blond hair. Evening falling into night. She was beautiful and taut. Long supple legs and sleak in all other respects. A fine fawn in the California beach scene. I was rather wasted, so I had enough nerve to follow her. I waited for her to roll up her blue dolphin towel (picture of a dolphin) and I languished near the edge of where the street meets the sand. Finally, she got up, started walking towards the cars. I looked around, and I was amazed. No one was there but her and I it seemed. So, I hurried my pace! Quick steps, trying to double every step she made so as to catch up with her. Finally, I did! I came up behind her, but she heard a brush of my feet on the concrete. I had already pulled out my knife. She started to scream, but I rammed the blade deep into her lungs, catching her before she fell. Didn’t want to cause a scene. She looked shocked, and gurgled it sounded like. As she swayed forward, her head came to rest me – almost like she was placing her head on my chest. All that kept her standing it seemed like was that blade in her chest. I quickly pushed her into the front of the Bronco and had my way with her. It turned me on so badly when she gurgled for breath, and I was deep inside her. To think she was suffocating from the weight of my body and the blade digging into her. She tried to struggle, but then the damage was already done. I did it a few decades ago, and I never killed again. But, to this day, I still have fantasies. There. On that Beach. Imperial Beach. San Diego. I still have fantasies about that night, the blade in her lungs, and the surging sexual frenzy of having intercourse with a dying victim. It was like a possession. A rhapsody of erotic power! So, there. I told them all. I told all of you. Now, I can pass away in my old age. Thanks for listening.

Comment on Dead Punks by polturero

polturero — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 05:35:38 +0000

kalokohan!!!

Comment on Change the World? by polturero

polturero — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 05:35:14 +0000