<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:13:07.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unholy scriptures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-113154418501273127</id><published>2005-11-08T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T05:51:19.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNTESS ELISABETH BATHORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;her blood...clean, hungarian blood... dark castle, occult carols sound,women... crying... eternally satisfied Elisabeth did not slept tonight. her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes. the dead girls are courting her. upon deasdly magic circles lines. she pierce needles under ladys nails. their frosted bodies buried alive. The countess... they're your sacrifice. they'll give you their blood. now you must have a bath. welcoming your enternal youth, a life before... more complete then ever... by blood...Oh yes by the blood she was encored. Oh you felt the magic... you flew towards the moon.. Countess it is your night. you haunted by your wild desires. posessed by bestial lust. you are the godess of the love. your mind is insatiable. she craves virgins blood evermore. her flames will never die... surrounded by infernal glory. Oh how i love to feel your breath. i lust to be the lover of death. desires become truths. evil prayers be heard...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-113154418501273127?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/113154418501273127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=113154418501273127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/113154418501273127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/113154418501273127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/11/countess-elisabeth-bathory.html' title='COUNTESS ELISABETH BATHORY'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-112843391351130168</id><published>2005-10-04T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:51:53.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;violence begets violence. you start and it never ends. the weak can't resist the urge to retaliate. the strong shall endure the pain with repose. peace?!?! no war?!!? you want to conquer the world but  you could not conquer yourself.  coward!!! accept the fact that weakness is your god. the reins are cut asunder and watch your senses flee. your mind has no control over your worst enemy. end up being a slave to your own inadequacy. immense power without aggression. slowly consuming without engagement. conquering without bloodshed but with the right mindset. mind your conditioned mind, which you use to judge one. conditioned by your own ideals, you denounce the ones who differ. a sinner or a saint, to be judged not by you. you commit the great sin by calling one a sinner. heartless and mindless, you judge, disparage and ridicule. the duplicity of your unbounded love is now revealed. a mindless heart and a heartless mind are of no use. let me ask you now, who is the fucking sinner now?!?!? are you talking about God's plan or is it your plan for God?!?! like you know it all, you say what's right and what's wrong. your arrogance and ignorance prove that you are an empty shell. i can hear the echoes of the mutilated truths from within your mind. quick to judge, slow to think, absence of the intellect. you denigrate, patronise, desecrate and chastise. your own ideals should be your judge and you the judged. have you heard this line before: "Judge not, that ye be not judged" again i asked who is to repent now?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-112843391351130168?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112843391351130168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=112843391351130168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112843391351130168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112843391351130168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/10/violence-begets-violence.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-112652942081972463</id><published>2005-09-09T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T05:50:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vermilion</title><content type='html'>she seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities. so fragile, yet so devious - she continues to see. climatic hands that press her temples and my chest. she is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic. my dahlia, bathed in possesion - she is home to me I get nervous, perverse, when I see her, it's worse. but the stress is astounding. it's now or never, she's coming home - forever. hard to say what caught my attention. fixed and crazy - aphid attraction. carve my name in my face - to recognize. such a pheromone cult to terrorize.  i exist to my need. to self-oblige, she is something in me that i despise. she isn't real... i can't make her real. i won't let this build up inside of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-112652942081972463?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112652942081972463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=112652942081972463' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;wither and die...&lt;br /&gt;Life is chaos,&lt;br /&gt;life is choices,&lt;br /&gt;storms like chaos,&lt;br /&gt;can race on the sky...&lt;br /&gt;From their remnants,&lt;br /&gt;roses back rise,&lt;br /&gt;as always,&lt;br /&gt;from the death,&lt;br /&gt;life will grow...&lt;br /&gt;Like phoenix from the ashes,&lt;br /&gt;life arise so feed the life,&lt;br /&gt;let your blood just flow...&lt;br /&gt;Slit the wrist like cheap coupons coz death is on sale today...&lt;br /&gt;stare the mist,&lt;br /&gt;take a last breath,&lt;br /&gt;death and chaos, those make everything nourish...&lt;br /&gt;Pay the price,&lt;br /&gt;get your prize,&lt;br /&gt;embrace the death,&lt;br /&gt;through the chaos and death,&lt;br /&gt;all will flourish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-112221738521747900?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112221738521747900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=112221738521747900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112221738521747900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112221738521747900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-no-exceptions-not-even-roses.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-112221310671048630</id><published>2005-07-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:51:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decay of modern society</title><content type='html'>teenage grown ups want to be children again,&lt;br /&gt;they just want to forget about everything and say amen.&lt;br /&gt;adults scream meaningless messages,&lt;br /&gt;but they ignore all the presages.&lt;br /&gt;deaf ears choose not to listen,&lt;br /&gt;as the relationships go into a division.&lt;br /&gt;blind eyes don't want to see,&lt;br /&gt;the truth could set them free.&lt;br /&gt;drones plastered with smiles for everyone to view,&lt;br /&gt;behind close doors they learn how to screw.&lt;br /&gt;pregnant babies walk the street,&lt;br /&gt;abandoned by the families that put shoes on their feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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society'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-112161044500472986</id><published>2005-07-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:27:25.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... this is my fucking 1st time actually xpressing my thoughts straight in your fucking face. anyway... got this fuck prob that some1 actually link me in their blogs. dun know who the fuck they are. these ain't frenster u cunt fucks!!! so do me a favour... instead of linking me, u take that blog of yours turn it sideways n shove it miles up where the sun dun shine. n the reason y i dun have any tags in my blog is bcoz i want u pussy moles to just keep everything to yourself. if i ever wanted your opinion, i'd take my dick out of ur mouth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-112161044500472986?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112161044500472986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=112161044500472986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112161044500472986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112161044500472986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-112100839093680851</id><published>2005-07-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T08:13:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closed casket requiem</title><content type='html'>dance my beautiful decay. dance as this is our last. our unholy morbid symphonies ending and the chorus sang a dead refrain as it slowly fades to black. with the ending of passion play crumbling away, the black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze. take a look to the sky just before you die it is the last time you will.  Blackened clouds fills the crumbling sky. we hear the silence so loud. it flashes right before our eyes. it's the beginning of the end. death greets us warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-112100839093680851?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/112100839093680851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=112100839093680851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112100839093680851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/112100839093680851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/07/closed-casket-requiem.html' title='closed casket requiem'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111763036899592480</id><published>2005-06-01T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T05:52:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the wonder of my world is gone, i know for sure. all the wonder that i want, i've found in her. as the hole becomes apart i strike to burn and the flame returns. every intuition fails to find its way. a shade of timelessness, for we all are distinct and the waiting hour transcend and to release. so hey where we going? tell me where we've gone? was there love and fury, energy and passion? can we pretend to leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111763036899592480?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111763036899592480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111763036899592480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111763036899592480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111763036899592480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/06/wonder-of-my-world-is-gone-i-know-for.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111590977903628350</id><published>2005-05-11T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:56:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder if she was too dead to care if I taste her blood. her heart was weak and frail. i'm drowning in her blood. her tears now overflow, falling on hollow ground. muffled screams escape, the gag tied around her mouth. i swallowed her soul, suffer this revenge under my dead heart. I was the devil in her only nightmare and her dreams. now that she's not breathing, i've set my demons free. her corpse is scarred with shame and tears. the sight induced my pain. this dead black heart once fed the smile of a girl with no name. to take comfort in yesteryear's scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111590977903628350?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111590977903628350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111590977903628350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111590977903628350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111590977903628350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-wonder-if-she-was-too-dead-to-care.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111564195395817252</id><published>2005-05-09T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T05:32:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y must you reduce yourself to this?!!? don't question any lies, there's no reason to find.. another trip to cause a denial. yet you're stripped and your hope is gone. another trap for you to fall into. you swallow every threat that will enter your mind. a shadow just as dark as your past is leading the way through the web of desire. healing all the wounds in your chest. and i'm screaming for vengeance...!!!! Can I ever resolve, is it a matter of time?!?! you're stuck, you can't remember. the light is turning dim, you're trapped. although you've been there a thousand times before. just remember.. where you've spent your time. can't respect all the tears you have cried. how you've changed your life as well as others. can't trace your fate with a pitiful crime...  crestfallen be thy name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111564195395817252?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111564195395817252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111564195395817252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111564195395817252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111564195395817252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/y-must-you-reduce-yourself-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111539669223136896</id><published>2005-05-06T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:24:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he's in a virtual state of reality,leaving open windows to his soul. compassion has filed in. swayed upon its final flight. piteous decaying humans. no feeling, no memories as the tears of innocence flow. has this prodigy learned?!?! feeling pity for others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111539669223136896?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111539669223136896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111539669223136896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111539669223136896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111539669223136896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/hes-in-virtual-state-of-realityleaving.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111539639384602990</id><published>2005-05-06T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:19:53.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blackened ivory, burnt to the core. the colour of night burns through into my soul. no rest in my mind, pain grips me tightly to the end. no one but the raven will embrace me now as I lay in darkness, dying. leaving this world will not prove me wrong. all I can do is let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111539639384602990?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111539639384602990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111539639384602990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111539639384602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111539639384602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/05/blackened-ivory-burnt-to-core.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111443471872424191</id><published>2005-04-24T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T06:11:58.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;use u when i wanna cum. i've bled just to have your touch. when i'm in you i wanna die. user friendly fucking slutstar obscene. will u die when u're high?!?! u'd never die just for me. i'm not in love but i'm gonna fuck you 'til somebody better comes along. use u like u were a whore. relationships are such a bore. relations are artificial. will we give it a new beginnings?!?! delete the ones that u've fucked. we could have been perfect 1 last nite and die like a star-crossed lovers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111443471872424191?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111443471872424191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111443471872424191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111443471872424191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111443471872424191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/use-u-when-i-wanna-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111422157097276615</id><published>2005-04-22T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:59:30.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i've grown tired of this emptiness so deeper and deeper i dig into the dark. searching for tools to patch herself up up but the more she find the more she's torn apart. constrain it, let the subjects meld. like a mad disease the newborns divide. all the walls have come crashing down so ball 'em up and shove 'em back inside. crack the shell and let the truth emerge. strain the brain, make it comprehend. breathe new life into breathless lungs &amp; spread the word- it's time to rise again feel it, can you feel it grow? now feel it, does it multiply? feel it, change is coming soon. prepare his senses as the sound excels. he's the next generation of angst unveiled &amp; spreads like cancer through these jaded cells. he infected her, let her crash and bleed as he can feel the sickness flowing through his veins. down her system and attack the seed. now he's having  pleasure with her withering in pain. lifeless eyes, can she see through the plastic? Life fucking herself when his hands are cold. dedication's never been the problem but she say the words and he is  hard as stone. now he see the clock reverse, don't she knows- the pain gets worst the further back she goes. her own regrets gonna swallow her whole. now brace yourself, come on, brace yourself. y didn't he open his arms? y did't she let him in? give up their past &amp; lets start this thing. his patience with her has been his life's greatest loss. can she hear him now? is she even there? he can see the surface, he can see the light &amp; he can see it shining through her eyes.  now he can see the silhouette of seraphim &amp; he's spreading his own wings. whatever it takes to get out of this place. whatever it takes to hide what's inside Hell, he'd rather sell his own soul for a piece of the pride. open his arms but will never let her in. tore away his scars, wash away his sins. spread them like wings and fly. now my little butterfly, i'd like to see you try fly and start new things...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111422157097276615?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111422157097276615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111422157097276615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111422157097276615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111422157097276615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-grown-tired-of-this-emptiness-so.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111305422641571807</id><published>2005-04-06T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T06:43:46.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mary had a little lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mary had a little lamb. his fleece as white as snow and everywhere that Mary went her lamb was sure to go. he followed her through heaven he followed her through hell. trying but no one can do everything. we know he loved her well. mary holds her razor blade. she holds it very tight. seeing no reason for this life or coming night. her parents split up long ago.her father lives in jail, 1 night mother sad to go the pills were not to fail. the only one that Mary has is her lamb so white. her mind is filled with dark thoughts. she wants to go to the light. mary’s sight is getting dim. the darkness is closing in her lamb, confused and afraid. cries, cries for this sin mary had. her lamb is alone with the grisly scene. he loved and loved with all his heart to follow his heart. mary lied in a garden green. the rain falls upon her grave the love lost with never to be seen. mary now used to have a little lamb. his fleece  was still as white as snow. and now everywhere that Mary went, her lamb was anything but sure to go. freedom is now his... future looks brighter as he walks through a meadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111305422641571807?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111305422641571807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111305422641571807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111305422641571807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111305422641571807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/04/mary-had-little-lamb.html' title='mary had a little lamb'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111202295805686687</id><published>2005-03-27T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T07:15:58.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i look upon my kingdom through dirty glass. could my reign be nothing more then a lucid dream? derealization, torments me. it plagues my very existence. in my kingdom nothing is what it seems. walking in the darkness and the light. yet, belonging to neither. searching for the door that leads back to reality. voices haunt those that grace my hall, and i. better to protect what is left, then to seek where there is none.? do i guard the sanity i have? or do i look to reclaim that which i have lost? i have shattered the looking glass in a fit of madness and had decorated my eyes with its remnants. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111202295805686687?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111202295805686687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111202295805686687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111202295805686687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111202295805686687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-look-upon-my-kingdom-through-dirty.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111193741186249245</id><published>2005-03-26T06:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:30:11.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so deserving separating pieces of you. this is easier than i thought. she looks so good in black though she bathes in sin. she looks so good in red face down drown in the pool of her own blood. to the one that once loved..............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111193741186249245?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111193741186249245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111193741186249245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111193741186249245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111193741186249245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-deserving-separating-pieces-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111193709153742563</id><published>2005-03-26T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:24:51.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with all my said unsaids. as i'm made to smile, these lifeless days have left me with an empty heart. how could words slit wrists and doors close present day heart felt moments. killed by a slap to the hand. poisonous screams with messages not thought of when released. another day here. another memory dies. I could never swallow your false ideals of a lifeless happy ending!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111193709153742563?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111193709153742563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111193709153742563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111193709153742563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111193709153742563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/with-all-my-said-unsaids.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111193606893473470</id><published>2005-03-26T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:07:48.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>luv u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'd love to drown you in a sea of your own blood. kiss you and watch while u choke. the writings are on the wall everything about you.  how well you fake a smile and some tears to match. you wanted everything and more. everything is ruined. when i have you again your mouth gets sewn up forever . i'll never let you go Mrs. hardcore fashion show. kiss your drama queen days good-bye those days are so long gone and this day so are you. this is the last night your neck is not serrated. this charade is getting older than suicide attempts. say you luv me?!?! yes i luv u too n till death i'l bring upon u darling. i'm the lucky one and i'll decorate myself with your insides and i can wear your face as a mask. dont cry... you just got what you wanted. how cool you look now. how much better would you look with your heart lodged. inside the brand new cut in your throat your body is as blue as your hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111193606893473470?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111193606893473470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111193606893473470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111193606893473470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111193606893473470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/luv-u.html' title='luv u'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111121166823560343</id><published>2005-03-18T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:54:28.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet sins scars my horizon. Got nothing to expect in this emotional unstable time. looking forward there is a meanningless life to go. path of sorrow! Age of decay! pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the lines are drawns. nothing could release me. am I born to excuse my way of thinking?!?! am I force to justifiy who I am?!?! Death!! sweet death could be a mercyful fate. delivered of despair. new kind of freedom. a new kind of face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111121166823560343?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111121166823560343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111121166823560343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111121166823560343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111121166823560343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-sins-scars-my-horizon.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111121111137285156</id><published>2005-03-18T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:45:11.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've gambled with the cards. The cards that have been dealt to me. but who knows how long the chips will last. When I look back to see through. can see right to the inside. What an ugly picture it is. the flames of remorse still blacken. it's been told in so many tales. The prophecy of superstitions. ridden with the plague of the mind and the soul. My smiles and my sorrows, have gotten me this far. but not without the wounds that have scarred. starting to think that I have lost. what is real?!?! What is real in this world?!?! murder of an ordinary story. people fighting eye for eye. it's our anger that keeps us alive. The hate makes us survive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111121111137285156?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111121111137285156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111121111137285156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111121111137285156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111121111137285156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-gambled-with-cards.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111097711209357447</id><published>2005-03-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T04:45:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stare, with the eyes of an empty soul in the mirror to the world beyond but all I see is my dark reflections. I scream, but my voice is being reflected in my head. I cry, but my tears just dissapear. I mourn for myself and my empty soul. I swear to overcome my bitter loss. Mourn, for I am dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111097711209357447?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111097711209357447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111097711209357447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111097711209357447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111097711209357447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-stare-with-eyes-of-empty-soul-in.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111097654706253438</id><published>2005-03-09T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T04:35:47.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotionless grey skies bleed somber dreams of sorrow. Blackened unseen heart tears of virgins, god like innocence from its pristine palace. Paint sarcastic smiles upon new wounds. Tears of misery stain scar filled minds. Hatred new like tomorrow flows from bitter memories. Purity now embraced by sinful ideals. why??? Lifeless tomb rests weary with prowling peering eyes. Silence falls upon deaf ears covered by night. Alone in thought, shaking. Biting tongues of lead at unfit moments. Screaming disbelief with no faith in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111097654706253438?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111097654706253438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111097654706253438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111097654706253438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111097654706253438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/emotionless-grey-skies-bleed-somber.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111016567130163354</id><published>2005-03-06T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:21:11.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our father who art in hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diabolical be thy name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thy killing come, thy never done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on earth as it is in hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give us this day our daily sins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and damn others, as we ourselves are damned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and to be led into temptation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and deliver us into thine evil hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for thy evil, thy deceit and infamy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perpetua et perpetua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111016567130163354?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111016567130163354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111016567130163354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111016567130163354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111016567130163354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-father-who-art-in-hell-diabolical.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111011741962911684</id><published>2005-03-04T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:56:59.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he should've come into your house make love to your spouse, Fuck her in the mouth then he's out. These type of things happens sometimes. she was trying to get her's but you're lucky coz he didn't a kill what's left behind. hey member... you've should have put on your plastic and forget about the disease. she's gonna like u when u come inside!!! when you've done you should take her daugther for a ride... too bad you dun drink wine or smoke some weed neither did u fuck that honey from behind til she screams. she thinks your fine shazy.. Nah you ain't her baby. You think I'm crazy?!?! Nah... hell no Milffucking way!! Fuck tomorrow fuck that day!! Fuck her scandalous ass and her scandalous ways!! Fuck that momma and the ho she raised!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111011741962911684?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111011741962911684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111011741962911684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111011741962911684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111011741962911684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/he-shouldve-come-into-your-house-make.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-111009990213748062</id><published>2005-03-04T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:05:02.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How did it start? Well, he dont know. she just feel the craving. he see her flesh and it smells fresh. And it's just there for the taking. These slutty milfs they make me feel so god damn exhilarated. he should feel her up, he shouldn't give it up. The pain that I'm just erasing of u man fren whom did nothing... she don't know why she's so fucking cold? she don't know why it hurts her. All she wanna do is get with you .And make the pain go away. Why do u have an innocent conscience? All it is ever gonna do is fuck with u. now i have this torment, all i wanna do is fuck it away!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-111009990213748062?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/111009990213748062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=111009990213748062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111009990213748062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/111009990213748062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-did-it-start-well-he-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110986176370650093</id><published>2005-03-03T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T06:56:03.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting god</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your world is an ashtray. We burn and coil like cigarettes. The more you cry your ashes turn to mud. It's the nature of the leeches, the virgins feeling cheated. You've only spent a second of your life. Let's jump upon the sharp swords. And cut away our smiles, without the threat of death, there's no reason to live at all. My world is unaffected, there is an exit here. I say it is and then it's true. There is a dream inside a dream, I'm wide awake the more I sleep.You'll understand when I'm dead... I went to god just to see, and I was looking at meSaw heaven and hell were liesWhen I'm god everyone dies!!! Each thing i show you is a piece of my death. No salvation, no forgiveness!!! This is beyond your experience.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110986176370650093?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110986176370650093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110986176370650093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110986176370650093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110986176370650093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/reflecting-god.html' title='reflecting god'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110986128279958176</id><published>2005-03-02T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T06:48:02.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's not much left to love. too tired today to hate.I feel the empty.. I feel the minute of decay... the minute that it's born.. it begins to die. I'd love to just give in, I'd love to live this lie. I've been to black and back, I've whited out my name. a lack of pain, a lack of hope, a lack of anything to say. there is no cure for what is killing me. I'm on my way down I've looked ahead and saw a world that's dead. I guess that I am too... I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110986128279958176?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110986128279958176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110986128279958176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110986128279958176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110986128279958176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/theres-not-much-left-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110986073493602088</id><published>2005-03-02T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T06:38:54.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are the wind beneath my wings. The grill across my face. You are the fuel in my machine. That special place. You are the sunshine of my life. My first and only love. You are the apple of my eye. You suck my blood. You've reach your final destination. The calm before the storm. You are the worm within your own self. And I Hate you more than life itself. I even hate you more than i hate myself. I hate, therefor I am. I am, therefor I hate. Another nail in your coffin. Another thorn in my side. Another gun to your temple. (Goodbye...goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110986073493602088?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110986073493602088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110986073493602088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110986073493602088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110986073493602088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate.html' title='i hate'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110977457428947539</id><published>2005-03-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T06:42:54.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Fuck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck givin it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the west coast, and fuck everybody on the east&lt;br /&gt;Eat shit and die, or fuck off at least&lt;br /&gt;Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rumors&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in your life sucks,&lt;br /&gt;punk mother fucks&lt;br /&gt;Fuck critics, fuck your review&lt;br /&gt;Even if he likes you, fuck him!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck his mom, fuck his mom's momma&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the rain forest, fuck a Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;You probably like it in the rump&lt;br /&gt;Fuck a shoe pump,&lt;br /&gt;fuck the real deal and fuck all the fakes&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Oprah, fuck opera, fuck a soap opera&lt;br /&gt;Fuck a pop locker and a cock blocker&lt;br /&gt;Fuck his girlfriend, I probably did her already...&lt;br /&gt;his homie, fuck him, what is he gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;(Fuck that bitch, fuck him!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the president&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your government&lt;br /&gt;like anybody gives a fuck&lt;br /&gt;they like to hunt a lot, so fuckin what?!&lt;br /&gt;And fuck everyone who went down with the Titanic, in a panic&lt;br /&gt;I'm like fuck you, AHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck MARIAH CAREY and fuck KELLY CLARKSON&lt;br /&gt;they both make me sick,&lt;br /&gt;suck my dick&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Berlin Wall, both sides of it&lt;br /&gt;And fuck JEREMY, whoever the fuck that is!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everybody in the hemisphere&lt;br /&gt;Fuck them across the world, and fuck them right here&lt;br /&gt;You know the guy that operates through ur blog name JEREMY? FUCK HIM AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck his idea, fuck his gonnoreha&lt;br /&gt;Fuck his wife, his homie did, he's fuckin him&lt;br /&gt;Whoever's on ur cover,&lt;br /&gt;fuck JEM'S mother&lt;br /&gt;from around her waist&lt;br /&gt;n release your fucking paste on her fucking face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110977457428947539?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110977457428947539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110977457428947539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110977457428947539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110977457428947539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/fuck.html' title='FUCK!!!'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110977278983462667</id><published>2005-03-01T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T06:13:09.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>entwined</title><content type='html'>Ain't nothing working ain't nothing right. There's a whole in u that I can't fill No matter how hard I try. And i introduce me to that girl with the bubble. I'm looking for trouble tonight. No bitch don't trust me tonight! You be the center baby. I'd be the quarterback. Hike hit the tailback. Watch it on playback. smash that hitting that redboneUp in the endzone biting on ur collarbone. You be the beauty - baby. I'd be the beast. Who gives a fuck?!?! take it to the bedroom, with the lights out. Take it like a slut muthafucker. u bitch chose me muthafucker!! All the pain that u receive just keeps me strong...It keeps me moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110977278983462667?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110977278983462667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110977278983462667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110977278983462667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110977278983462667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/03/entwined.html' title='entwined'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110899404745308546</id><published>2005-02-20T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T05:54:07.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So... so love.Wait, but I don't realize. Small, white legs.. Broke, the pain between her thighs. Skin... so cold. Could, someone steal a life? Save... the blame. Wait, I got some shit to say. RAPE! Something...NOW! Rips my...HEART! And takes...MY! Soul I...WAIT! Too late...NOW! I feel...RAPED! Inside...TAKE! My soul away.... I see your pretty face, smashed against the bathroom floor! What a disgrace! Who do I feel sorry for? Smashed and raped! Not again. This is a real crime. What a pretty face.Who do I feel sorry for...???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110899404745308546?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110899404745308546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110899404745308546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110899404745308546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110899404745308546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110890705984702307</id><published>2005-02-20T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T05:44:19.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dakota fanning</title><content type='html'>Somehow calm as she walks on stage... Her entire empire becomes my taste... she showed what she's like... What's my taste? she carves my heart when she walks onstage...Her empire slowly becomes my place... How neat...I'm impressed... how did you come to be so blessed? You're a star.You blaze... out like a sharp machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110890705984702307?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110890705984702307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110890705984702307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110890705984702307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110890705984702307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/dakota-fanning.html' title='dakota fanning'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110814550846256768</id><published>2005-02-11T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:11:48.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she's made of hair and bone and little teeth and things I cannot speak. she cums on like a crippled plaything. spine is just a string. I wrapped our love in all this foil silver-tight like spider legs. I never wanted it to ever spoil. prosthetic synthesis with butterfly, sealed up with ur virgin stitch. if it hurts, baby please tell me preserve ur innocence. I never wanted it to end like this but flies will lay their eggs... Take my hatred out on u. make my valentine ur head. u are my tourniquet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110814550846256768?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110814550846256768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110814550846256768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110814550846256768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110814550846256768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/shes-made-of-hair-and-bone-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110779279161427455</id><published>2005-02-06T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:13:11.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Die, die, die my darling. Don't utter a single word. Just shut your pretty eyes. I'll be seeing you again.Yeah, I'll be seeing you, in hell. So don't cry to me oh baby. Your future's in an oblong box. You should have seen it a-coming on. I don't know it was in your card. Dead-end soul for a dead-end girl. And now your life drains on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110779279161427455?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110779279161427455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110779279161427455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779279161427455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779279161427455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/die-die-die-my-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110779246982104174</id><published>2005-02-06T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:07:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life it seems, will fade away. Drifting further every day. Getting lost within myself. Nothing matters no one else. I have lost the will to live. Simply nothing more to give. There is nothing more for me. Need the end to set me free. Things are not what they used to be. Missing one inside of me. Deathly lost, this can't be real. Cannot stand this hell I feel!!! Emptiness is filing me. To the point of agony. Growing darkness taking dawn I was me, but now He's gone... No one but me can save myself, but it to late. Now I can't think, think why I should even try. Yesterday seems as though it never existed. Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110779246982104174?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110779246982104174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110779246982104174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779246982104174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779246982104174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-it-seems-will-fade-away.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110779211044452795</id><published>2005-02-06T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:01:50.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trapped in purgatory. A lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquisition. The sky is turning red. Return to power draws near. Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears. Abolish the rules made of stone. Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past. Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above.Awaiting the hour of reprisal. Your time slips awayRaining blood!!From a lacerated sky. Bleeding its horror. Creating my structure.Now I shall reign in blood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110779211044452795?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110779211044452795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110779211044452795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779211044452795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779211044452795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/trapped-in-purgatory.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110779155458745548</id><published>2005-02-06T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T07:52:34.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The mighty sound of damnation calls. As the holocaustsky draw near, Above the sorms over baeskade Rule the power of the vrilla. It has come to ride the seven winters. With winds of war and winds of cold,Lightning strike the northland. Leading us into seasons of frost. Watching the death of the sun.Valleys abound a thousand of coffins. stand in the fog with so cold a heart. The holocaust has just begun. It's the march of the blasphemous masses. Into damnation all will fall.Chapels of black unholy demons.Chanting the words of the funeral rites...Pure holocaust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110779155458745548?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110779155458745548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110779155458745548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779155458745548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110779155458745548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/mighty-sound-of-damnation-calls.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110769771431287957</id><published>2005-02-05T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T05:48:34.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's fun to lose n to pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ur love ones stabs u in the heart... a stranger stabs u in the front... frens will stab u in the back... but do u really believe best frens dun carry knives?!?!! for fuck hell sake... i'll stab u in every corner with every might that i have!!! when u think its over,  it's not over i'll be back i bring my axe. axed in the back pick through ur neck n u'll be much better looking among the rest of the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110769771431287957?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110769771431287957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110769771431287957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110769771431287957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110769771431287957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-fun-to-lose-n-to-pretend.html' title='it&apos;s fun to lose n to pretend'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110758076567517539</id><published>2005-02-05T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T21:19:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no judge me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no fuck around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no trust no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no criticize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no fake smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no sympathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no slaveship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no radio songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no idols fuckheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no bow to none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no follow none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no politricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no whoreship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110758076567517539?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110758076567517539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110758076567517539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110758076567517539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110758076567517539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/no.html' title='NO!!!'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110758005139038204</id><published>2005-02-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T21:07:31.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am what i create believing in my fate integrity is my name. all that i am doing can't never be ruined. got to watch my back and believe 1 day i will fly to find a better way. fucking envy changes everything!!! i hit the bottom.. i dun need u to understand... fucking PAIN! HATE! PAIN!!! to be born again... arise again.. i believe is the only way n my life will remains insane!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110758005139038204?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110758005139038204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110758005139038204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110758005139038204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110758005139038204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-what-i-create-believing-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110753354693908751</id><published>2005-02-04T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:12:26.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah piang!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO again.... y so old?!?! wasn't time your fren?!?!? u have no home u've lost ur throne... where has it gone??!! u're being led by the walking dead... u stumble n u cracked the ground, u're pinned down.... u never made it out ur vault, just lock the door n find some place to die!!! just say "when" u could stop the pain n wish u could make amends. if it's not the end just say HELLO AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110753354693908751?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110753354693908751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110753354693908751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110753354693908751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110753354693908751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/02/wah-piang.html' title='wah piang!!!!'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110674763392344045</id><published>2005-01-25T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T05:53:53.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with all my said unsaid, as i'm  made to smile. these lifeless days have left me with an empty heart. how could words slit wrists &amp;amp; doors close present day heart felt moments. killed by a slap on the face. poisonous screams with msgs. another day another memory dies. i could never swallow your false ideas of a lifeless happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110674763392344045?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110674763392344045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110674763392344045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110674763392344045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110674763392344045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/with-all-my-said-unsaid-as-im-made-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110666790722613577</id><published>2005-01-24T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:45:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damage case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here i am writting about her loneliness. it's a bad day &amp;amp; the reasons for that are trivial. love taken away. thoughts at the mercy of her past. destroying herself. inside she's crying for help. who ever cares?!?! she forgot how to live for the moment. she dun wanna be who she is. what will be in the future??? i certainly dun fucking know what to xpect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110666790722613577?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110666790722613577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110666790722613577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110666790722613577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110666790722613577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/damage-case.html' title='damage case'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110666702024602779</id><published>2005-01-24T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:30:20.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deformed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thoughts without words. like an idiot in a box spilling it out of all her DISASTERPIECE. nothing ever stops all her thoughts &amp;amp; the pain attached to them. sometimes she wonder why this is happening. she thought of how he shot her in the back again. coz frm the infinite words he could only say. she took all the pain he gave putting it on display without realizing instead of setting it free, she gave away what she had of which had already became a part of her. as a mystery of 1 spirit... i step outside the circle... feeling... this is a prelude to her disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110666702024602779?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110666702024602779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110666702024602779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110666702024602779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110666702024602779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/deformed_24.html' title='deformed'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110627616594255534</id><published>2005-01-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:56:05.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up for werk &amp; i rode like hell trying to meet ends meet gotta save $ coz sometimes  i dun got anyfuckinshitthing to eat. staying up late werk my fingers to the bone, spending more time at those jobs than i ever spend at home &amp; i can't help but feel the stress. it's days like this wish i was a fucking kid bcoz i had enough. look in the mirror see myself getting older coz everyday i see the world getting colder. i never thought it would be. maybe it's just the way of life. such a fucking life. all of my memories keep cumming back with all my securities i'll never have again. wanting so much to be myself again. the innocence that had been raped &amp;amp; the hatred that i felt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110627616594255534?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110627616594255534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110627616594255534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110627616594255534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110627616594255534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-woke-up-for-werk-hatred-that-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110627724422400653</id><published>2005-01-19T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:14:04.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your blind have now becum my deaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my patience with HIM has been my life's greatest loss. i'm tired of praying coz nobody cares can you hear me now are u even there?!?!? darkness shines on the path to the promised land as for the road where light shines will only lead to bitter end. the day i return bleed for me. my soul is black n this soul of mine is free. with the purest hatred in me. with heart filled hatred black blood running through my veins, i'll conquer evil, let evil know my name. \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110627724422400653?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110627724422400653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110627724422400653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110627724422400653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110627724422400653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-blind-have-now-becum-my-deaf.html' title='your blind have now becum my deaf'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110599252656584112</id><published>2005-01-18T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T12:08:46.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the horror of beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was there something about mary?!?! the locked psycho breakout. self-destruction lead it's way &amp; now it has already entered her mind. her weapons turn against herself. blood seeps through the cracks of your lying teeth. you built yourself on lies. you are the only 1 u can believe. like the rebels u pretend to see. paranoid u can still pretend?!?! then i guess this is how the beautiful decay. you were his fren but now u want him outta your sight?!?! he would come in &amp; said hello but now u slap him &amp;amp; make some fucked up comments. your verbal masturbate promised to nausate. he tried to let it pass but the pictures in his head were with you with a knife up your ass laying dead. now u are such a fuck!! haha... muthafucking bitch never try to play him. you will wear the scars with your shadows haunting you bcoz only scars remains broken bones form a hope that's been left grey, you were almost perfect but your  perfection are rotting inside out. clenched fists &amp; immense convulsion... once the curtain falls then silence spreads across the room set to take it's course. it's over &amp;amp; failure is the only memory that hasn't turn to rust. day of retribution at last as the clouds disperse n regret is the noose you hang yourself by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110599252656584112?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110599252656584112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110599252656584112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110599252656584112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110599252656584112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/horror-of-beauty.html' title='the horror of beauty'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110598177112160666</id><published>2005-01-18T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:09:31.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>messiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i see my reflection in the mirror. looks different from what ppl see. projecting judgement on the world. am i who i think i am?!?! look out my life &amp; see it's gone wrong. court is in session &amp;amp; i slam my gavel down. i'm judging the world from my throne. i'm the JUDGE, JURY &amp;amp; i'm the EXECUTIONER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110598177112160666?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110598177112160666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110598177112160666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110598177112160666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110598177112160666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/messiah.html' title='messiah'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110598056140288803</id><published>2005-01-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T08:49:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetic dead whores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 little whores, with no hope  of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gladstone may save 1 then there'll be 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 little whores beggin for shilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 stays in Henage Court, then there's a killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 little whores, glad to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 sidles up to Jack, then there are 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 &amp; whore rhymes alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so do 3 &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll set the town alight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eve there are 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 little whores, shivering with fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seek a cosy doorway in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jack's knife flashes, then there left but 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; the last one's the rippest for Jack's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idea of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A man without a face but with a name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the world has come to know &amp; fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110598056140288803?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110598056140288803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110598056140288803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110598056140288803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110598056140288803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/poetic-dead-whores.html' title='poetic dead whores'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110597993591555859</id><published>2005-01-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T08:38:55.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cockumentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear cunt agony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                              i'm having problems xpressing myself to this girl that i like. should i just stick it in rip her skin, crave n twist torn flesh i cut her crotch or in her buried killing as i cum coz she is so beautiful?!?! strangulation cause her death... stripped naked tortured!!! fucking sec skool days!! every1 seems to bitch about their bitch. hated those yrs when hormones taking over for the pleasure of lust n pain. yrs past, yet how i fucking wish to undo my rightful doings... so cunt agony may u be fucked with a knife...\m/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110597993591555859?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110597993591555859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110597993591555859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110597993591555859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110597993591555859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/cockumentary.html' title='cockumentary'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10190747.post-110588552227471669</id><published>2005-01-16T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T06:25:22.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring And Killing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were the most beautiful, as the damage and the trauma. My last great war, My heavens ablaze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10190747-110588552227471669?l=entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/feeds/110588552227471669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10190747&amp;postID=110588552227471669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110588552227471669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10190747/posts/default/110588552227471669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entangledinmannequinlimbs.blogspot.com/2005/01/caring-and-killing.html' title='Caring And Killing'/><author><name>blasphemer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626303581407428993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
