industrial suicide

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    industrial suicide
    INDUSRIAL SUICIDE
    Current mood: amused
    Category: Writing and Poetry


    WITHERING WASTELAND WITHIN MINISCUAL MANTALITY

    SEARING SEETHING HATRED LASHES AT FINALITY

    MORTALITY MEASURED IN A TEMPID TAPISTRY

    CREATING PLEASURS OF PERVERSION UNDER BENALITY

    BEASTIAL URGES LUNGE INTO SWEET INNOCENT MINDS

    TAKING LATENT LIBERTIES QUESTIONING THE TIME

    HEARING VOICES LACED IN A LODNUM LUCID LUXUARY

    COMING WITHIN A TOUCH OF A HIDDEN GARDEN TREASURY

    WHISPERED SECRETS IN A NOCTURNAL NATIVITY

    KNOWING WITH ASSURANCE NO LONGER IN PURITY

    HAMPERED HEMP INDUCED INDUSTRIAL SUICIDE

    SLAMMING SUCH WHORE LIKE BEHAVIOR IN HOMICIDE

    QUAKING QUALITIES OF A SERRATED SENSUAL THOUGHT

    RAGING AT THR RAVING WISHES INSANITY CAUGHT

    QUESTIONS OF A MIND HEARING ONLY SILENT VOICES

    FIGHTING AGAINST RANCID THOUGHTS GIVEN THEIR CHOICES

    PROBLEMS PREVENTING PEVERSIONAL TWISTED URGES

    SEEING ONLY SURPRISE AT THE DEPTH OF OUR SURGES

    CUT YOURSELF OFF SOLVING ONLY SIMPLICITY

    UNREASONABLE ASPECTS LOST IN FINALITY



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    Sophialaurenea commented on industrial suicide

    06-16-2009

    EAT SMOKE ALCOHOL DRUGS: I CHOOSE TO WRITE by Sophialaurenea Y. Destine PIECES It pumps life through my arties and veins. My brain decides which way it grains. It a crucial muscle that supplies air to my electric train. Through my existence I have learned from pain, and my mirrors have rained. There's a struggle between my heart and cerebral cart. Because of the sinister tricks, my wounds are difficult to fix. Even if my central traffic of blood is repaired from the enviornment feces; what is the thesis? I know my core is in pieces. I firmly believe if a person could dish it out: They ought to be able to take it. So, I must confess my sister Jennifer Fatima Destine wanted to kill me for my inheritance. She's dead from complication of HIV in 1997. My ex-sister Georgette Fatima first attempted to frame me for molesting her daugher Ashly Mahogany Lewis to get my inheritance. When that didn't work; Georgette attempted to prove I was insane because I am spiritually gifted. My niece Ashly died on Dec. 4th, 2006. Gerogette and my father's fourth wife Vernmell White Rodriquez was arrest for my father's murder on January 23, 2007. Vernmel's daughter Felicia was arrested on fraud because she used my name to get funds out of my account. My ex-cousin Sabrina Marie Racster was arrested too on fraud (she claim that she was me too) and on burgulary (stealing over $80,000 from Det. Jerry Giorgio). Now, we all have war stories. I am not asking to feel sorry for me. What I am asking of you; is to comprehend that I will stand up for my rights. Know a 100% that I am exhausted of people falsely accussing and slandering my character. Yet, God has the ulitmate first / last word. Georgette died on April 14th, 2008 at 2pm. Vernmell died the same year on December 22nd at 4pm. They never got to enjoy the funds they stole. So, the stuff that is occurring at MSC South I will stand up for my rights until I get justice.
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