fascistprincess

There is a naked girl in my bed and she is obscenely gorgeous. I really, really do want to fuck her but its just too damn hot. I took alot of pictures of her, though. That is, while she was sleeping.

I don't write here much for the same reason that I am typing hesitantly now- this site is pure rubbish. I have an account on this site because somebody got me one thinking I might perhaps enjoy myself. That is not occurring because, yes, I give little effort, and I must go now.

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I really have nothing to say, as I never do, and noone does, but they speak anyway, or write, or gesticulate, flapping and flailing their arms all about like a siezuring monkey. Before every word uttered/written/implied somehow one should absolutely know that it has no actual worth, and it can only have power on an object that decides it as being power and then letting...
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Well, hello, young woman, are you feeling proper? I have much to tell you regarding lewd, lascivious occurrences. Possibly not, but a little, and other things, as well. I think somebody is breaking into my apartment as I write. I probably should have not taken the time to write "apartment," and just wrote house, home, place, and I even thought about it before it happened,...
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I regret almost everything all the time after I do it. Most things are bad, really. And nothing is as it should be, you know? Really. I mean I have no power at all. Except fascist imposings.

The weather is warmer. And for once, it is not bothering me. I have been fucking alot. Kissing, playing with her genitalia and such. She really does enjoy a good fucking, as should most, I suppose. I have nothing to say on this site, and the reason for me originally joining this site is no longer relevant due to particular reasons. I think this site...
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I went to go see Einsturzende Neubaten two nights ago and they were just quite gorgeous, really. I bought the double cd recording of the show they were selling immediately afterward which there were only around a 100 of them, if even that many. It was an amazing recording of a brilliant show. Blixa got a bit upset with the audience at one point, which...
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Ago, two nights, I was passionately sad. My most sacred object tore her coverings from in front of her eyes so that she could see better, as well as I. The coverings were never known to me until I saw them ripped; that is odd, seeing that I designed and fitted the fabric to her, though only she had the power to place such personal...
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I finished a dress the other day. I need to finish four stories by tomorrow's morning. Then, I must complete three more stories by Tueday morning, including a full movement. Nothing is very tender today, just hard obscured by fog. I bought two more dolls yesterday; they are WWII era, made in Japan with the eggshell method on the face. I am happy to be...
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I am still shaking from the violence this morning gave me. Possibly things like my body convulsing, pouring sweat and then hallucinating, heart fluttering, happen because I urge tragedy in all forms. I do not think so, though, because I fight these occurrences with all the power that is allowed, and in the midst of suffering I will pray to the God to stop these...
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I did change my name from fascist princess to Asad for reasons that are specific though possibly not logical. I have to write very quickly, meaning I have around 4 hours, a story parodying the Devil arrival and presence in the Master and Margarita by Bulgakov; that is little time to do such a thing. At least well. I am sick of parodying; I am...
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