Beautiful but BonkersI used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
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Fraser is not a number, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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KateKate she liked to be called. She was a supermodel, and a mum. She was, for a time, the most desireable woman on earth for several years. I took vast amounts of heroin which somehow allowed me to pass off my mediocre ramblings as music and poetry. I became moderately successful. I gave Kate drugs, we took them together. We never had sex because my genitals were all but destroyed after 3 years of injecting smack in to them. Eventually, she was taking as much as me and to the point where she barely recognised her own daughter. I continued in my talentless quest for recognition only to end up being known for the junkie that fucked Kate up. She was beautiful and I drove her bonkers. I am a cunt of the lowest order.
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I have run out of coke, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 16:18,
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