Lust and desire for velvet skin shall never leave me.
But this is not the reason for the plans i have created.
Mine is a passion that penetrates further then the veil of flesh.
I am not only seeking the feeling that accompanies the presence of flesh,
I am searching for any feelings at all.
I used to care, I used to feel.
I used to be made of these things.
Now it seems i can't even remember those days.
My heart has died, but still pumps blood throughout my body.
This is the reason for my search.
If I find enough new feelings, i may be able to jump-start my heart.
Maybe start caring again.
I'm tired of not caring.
And i'm tired of writting about it too.
Shit.
I need some new material.
10:50 p.m. - 2004-02-08
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