Sunday Oct 06, 2002

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I want you to stab me in the gut. I don't care what you use, maybe a tableknife or a piece of bark. I want to see your hands covered in my blood. Please be smiling, too. I want you to carve intricate patterns on my belly with a very sharp knife, don't go all the way to the bone. Don't get near my heart, my head, or my hips. We will listen to really good music. I'll bleed slowly, and I won't run because I want to watch you see me die. Kiss me then and maybe I'll live in you instead. We will be amazingly strong. I'm hoping that you will hurt me because I'm not sure you can.
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redskull:
...back in the day there was a local band called Malhavoc, and they did their little industrial thing around town and elsewhere, and the lead singer used to take off his clothes and carve pentagrams in his chest with a razor. He stopped doing it at the shows and one day we ran into him on the street, asked him why he stopped. He said something about his chest stopped healing and for a while he just kept on bleeding. The same pentagram bloodstain on his shirts for weeks on end.

So don't make this gut stabbing thing habit please, you seem to be a lady with a nifty wardrobe, and blood is such a stubborn stain.
juebi:
No problem, I have a vast collection of sharp pointy things. Anything for a girl who lists Jeff Buckley in her favorite bands lists

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